A group of followers knelt beside Lang Jiluo.
This unbeatable first ascetic has finally fallen in battle.
Brook placed his hand on Landis' head. With the Pope's death, his servitude had dissipated, and now his eyes glistened with tears, yet he said nothing. He only patted Landis' head, placing his hand on Mo Luo's hand back.
Close your eyes.
Scene after scene, death, blood, relief...
Su Zimu and others were relieved.
Because they won, and they are still alive.
But they were so exhausted, too worn out to feel relieved.
Suddenly, they saw layers of purple light in the sky; the light came down gently, falling on their wounds, cool and refreshing.
It was Yuezhuo.
Aside from her thunder abilities, can she heal people?
Is this the power of the Phoenix?
"Speaking of, is this purple-feathered big bird raised by Sui Yi?" Gong Jiu suddenly commented.
Purple-feathered big bird...
Su Zimu, Mo Ke, and Yhan Qingwu felt helpless.
