Specks of Falling Plum drifted down alongside a cold current, purifying everything within the domain.
The Xuanshuang Guard remained at Ran Sect Madam's side. As a result, Lu Ran and the other two Middle-aged Men also benefited from it.
The threatening elephant cries were now merely loud; their mental intimidation effect had been thoroughly purged.
In truth, Lu Ran was unaffected by mental attacks as well.
He gripped the wrists of the two men and had long since sent black flames into them, healing their injuries.
"Little brother, y-you are?" The disheveled man stared blankly at the blood-masked youth.
The stone statues present were all unfamiliar, clearly not among the Gods and Devils.
The human youth was obviously allied with these stone statues. Combined with the recent rumors of humans slaughtering Gods and Devils, it was easy to match his identity.
"Uncle, you're really tough, huh?" Lu Ran gazed toward the battle, then added, "What's your surname?"
"My surname is Xiang. Xiang Wang!"
Hearing that name, Lu Ran's hand trembled slightly.
Looking down at the bloodstained man again, only one sentence remained in his heart: You've suffered.
From one spot, one could see the whole leopard.
This hunk, who had once been trampled beneath Ling Elephant's feet, must have been tortured every minute and every second. How had he endured it?
This time, Lu Ran examined him a little more carefully.
Xiang Wang's appearance perfectly matched his words and bearing: a tall, burly body and rugged facial features.
Though covered in blood and dirt, his resolute expression could not be concealed.
Especially now, after Xiang Wang had been rescued from purgatory and saw a fellow human youth, there truly was light in his eyes!
"That is my younger brother, Xiang Zhuo. May I ask your honorable name—"
Before he could