"Huff... Huff..."
In the silent space, debris from the dome fell silently.
Only the sound of Fang Qingyu's heavy breathing remained.
In the heavenly light, no human silhouette descended.
It seems this time...
The rule of rescuers always arriving at the end of the event didn't apply.
But perhaps it's for the best.
At least no one saw me in this state.
The Black Flame continued to tear and reform at the collar, black sparks continually rising...
Finally understood why.
Tong Ran's skill is called Gonggong's Twelve Tides...
Yet at the start, it could only release three dragons.
Feeling the stabbing pain in his mind.
Fang Qingyu could only use the Mo Thunder to brace himself, preventing a collapse.
After a full release.
He couldn't control the skill's conclusion at all.
Only let it continuously deplete the spiritual power in his mind.
But speaking of Tong Ran and the others.
A flash of murderous intent appeared in Fang Qingyu's eyes.
Struggling against the weakness.
