The moment the silver light burst forth, Ye Fan's pupils contracted sharply. The blinding radiance from his previous life's fall before his demise suddenly flashed back in his mind, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat. The broken branches of the old peach tree within his Inner World were frantically absorbing spiritual energy to repair themselves, and even the festering wounds on his palms were scabbing over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Fall back!" His voice was deep, his left hand pressing idly against the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist. The buzzing tremor of the strings, mingling with Lin Zhaoyue's sword hum, exploded like a warning bell in everyone's ears.
Su Qingxue's jade flute had already shifted from the "Song of the Battle Soul" to the "Cold Plum Invitation," its clear, cold plum fragrance drifting out wrapped in an invisible poisonous mist; the drop of blood on Chu Hongzhuang's fingertip dripped onto the Golden Silkworm Gu, the purple spots crawling up her arm to her neck, while the green mist exploded by the clairvoyant Gu insect hovered ahead in an even denser form; Qīn Wǎnshuāng's armor-piercing awl pressed a red mark into her palm, and her other hand was already tracing the prototype of the "Dragon-Locking Array" in the void.
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