But as the blood-red surged upward, the changes there were also extremely rapid.
That mournful blood-red color, as time elapsed, in just a moment, it stood upright on the ground and gradually transformed into a human figure.
"This is..."
In the distance, Liu Qinghan also saw this scene, but unlike Lin Chen, when he saw the blood-red gradually transforming into a human figure, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but inhale sharply.
This figure, entirely saturated by Pan Yan's blood, surprisingly bore some resemblance to the statue behind the round stick.
"Ancestor of the Pan family?"
Liu Qinghan looked uncertainly, his gaze wandering between the statue and the blood-red transformation, trying to discern some clues.
Could this truly be Pan Hao's residual consciousness remaining on the round stick, or merely an unconscious guardian, no one could say.
