The person had their head bowed, their face hidden in shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.
Suddenly, a suppressed cough broke the deathly silence.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hair falling messily over his shoulders, adding to his disheveled appearance.
His eyes were half-closed, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow beneath them.
Before Nan Xunran get close, the man seemed to sense something and slowly raised his head.
Nan Xunran's eyes flickered; it was the same person who looked exactly like her from last time.
His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were fixed on the distance, his gaze empty and distant.
Suddenly, He chuckled softly, a chuckle carrying an indescribable sense of detachment.
In Nan Xunran's sight, His hair turned snow-white in an instant, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
That smile was fleeting, like a flash in the pan.
He suppressed his smile, his eyes revealing only a chilling indifference, keeping everyone at arm's length.
Then, a dazzling light emanated from Him, and He recovered His vitality at an astonishing speed.
The light, like a blazing flame, quickly spread throughout His entire body.
As the light spread, His aura became even more powerful than before, sweeping across the entire space like a tidal wave.
Everything was reduced to dust by this terrifying power, leaving only emptiness.
He held a long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light and exuding a strong aura of killing intent, and walked unhurriedly out of the hall.
At this moment, He suddenly stopped, his robes fluttering in the wind, and then came to a steady stop in front of Nan Xunran.
Has it really come to this?
His words drifted out, echoing through the chaotic space.
As soon as the words were spoken, the space began to collapse, and a huge roar, like a thunderclap, echoed in people's ears, making their eardrums ache.
Nan Xunran and He looked into each other's eyes, both remaining silent and gazing at each other quietly.
In this chaotic moment, He slightly parted His lips and mouthed a shape.
Due to the violent fluctuations in space, the scene before my eyes became blurry.
Nan Xunran could only vaguely make out, "Next time... I..."
Divine Son Hall
The fog surged and churned, constantly shifting and changing shape.
Suddenly, Nan Xunran's figure reappeared in the hall.
Space distorted at that moment, Spacetime Fragment scattered and shattered, turning into points of brilliant light that melted into Nan Xunran's body like water.
Nan Xunran paused.
Suddenly, a streak of crimson blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, appearing particularly striking.
He frowned slightly and reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The blood blossomed on his fingertips, like a beautiful red spider lily.
The red mole at the corner of his eye seemed to be ignited, becoming even more vibrant and adding a touch of eerie beauty to his appearance.
Nan Xunran carefully felt what was being absorbed into her body.
... Is it a large amount of Power of Faith?
At this moment, this force caused the spiritual energy within his body to surge wildly, rampaging through his body.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be dead by now.
Faint lines began to appear on Nan Xunran's neck, like a delicate piece of porcelain about to shatter.
He closed his eyes, placed one hand on his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly.
He emanated a pale green light, gradually repairing the cracks that were spreading.
Just then, the space in front of them rippled violently.
Nan Xiao and several elders suddenly appeared, their anxious expressions clearly visible.
"Ran'er!"
Almost at the same moment, the palace doors were suddenly pushed open, and Pei Zimo and the others rushed in from outside.
"My lord!"
"Boss!"
Their shouts echoed inside the hall.
Nan Xunran seemed not to hear their calls, his entire mind focused on controlling the Power of Faith.
Upon seeing this, Nan Xiao immediately strode forward.
He placed his hand on Nan Xunran's back, and a gentle yet profound power flowed continuously from his palm, guiding Nan Xunran's raging spiritual energy.
The spiritual power was finally suppressed, and the cracks on Nan Xunran's body seemed to be gently erased by a paintbrush, instantly restoring him to his original state.
He lowered his eyes quietly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the Power of Faith surrounding him.
Then, he suddenly raised his eyes.
In that instant, the Power of Faith rapidly converged and dissipated like a wisp of smoke.
At the same time, a feeling of exhaustion washed over him, Nan Xunran swayed slightly.
Nan Xiao reacted quickly and caught him steadily, calling out, "Ran'er!"
Nan Xunran's gaze swept over everyone around her before she fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Nan Xiao carefully adjusted his posture, letting him lean against him.
Nan Qingyuan stepped forward gracefully, took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, and carefully wiped the bloodstains from the corner of Nan Xunran's mouth.
Pei Zimo and the others watched from behind, their eyes filled with concern.
Looking at Nan Xunran's appearance, Lin Ge clenched his fingers tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
Nan Qingyuan whispered, "Let Xiao-Ran get some rest."
P. S.: After considering your opinions, we've decided on battle losses, but not too many (^_^).