A blood-red vortex slowly rotated above the Xingtian Platform, and dark purple thunderclouds, heavy with the coercion of the Spirit God contract, descended.
Ye Shuli lowered her gaze to the countdown pulsing at her collarbone. The digits 23:14:32 were branded into the cracks of the bluestone flags, while the fishy stench of the python-scaled armor worn by the veteran powerhouse brushed against the back of her neck.
"Shall we just blow this wretched platform to pieces?" Jiang Ye conjured half a sword-beam at his fingertips, his cuffs stained with a half-rotted vegetable leaf he had just caught. "That old man's judge's brush looks quite valuable..."
Chapter 517