These colorful clouds are not the light of any Skills, but purely the light of Destiny.
Even Olivia, the Plane Son, couldn't compare to the brilliance of Destiny surrounding An Rong.
Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, his face full of surprise. He had always felt, back in Huai Valley Village, that An Rong was destined for greatness, but he never expected An Rong to rise to the level of the Plane Son.
As the transparent flames extinguished, An Rong began to cough violently, and in a retching sound that seemed to expel his organs, a puddle of soft, red and white matter was spat onto the ground.
Upon closer inspection, the red and white puddle revealed a fist-sized white worm. The worm's body was marked with pale red patterns that shifted as it crawled, appearing like a face in agony.
Splat.
An Rong crushed the red and white worm underfoot and weakly said,
"Xiao Huang, return, he's not an enemy."
