In this battle, the Yun Lan Sect suffered devastating losses. Of its dozen or so elders, six or seven had died. Even First Elder Yun Leng had fallen, and half of Yunlan Mountain had been reduced to ruins.
"Ahhh!" Yun Shan's voice rang out from the dust cloud, furious to the point of madness. The Dou Qi around him was violently turbulent.
He looked utterly wretched. His sleeves had become strips of tattered cloth, several cuts covered his face with blood, one wrist was broken, countless bones throughout his body had fractured, and his white robe had been scorched black and stained with specks of blood.
"He's actually not dead." Xiao Yan could not help but marvel. Yun Shan had somehow stubbornly survived such an attack.
"Was it that inner armor?" Yao Lao's gaze narrowed slightly. The pale green inner armor Yun Shan had been wearing abruptly turned to dust and scattered away.
Visible anguish appeared on his aged face. He had spent a great price on that treasured armor, only for it to vanish beneath the Angry Buddha Fire Lotus. His heart was bleeding.
Seeing that Yun Shan had not died, the Yun Lan Sect's remaining members fixed their eyes on him, a glimmer of hope rising within them.
Nalan Yanran struggled to her feet. The hem of her dress was stained crimson, and faint bloodstains marred her beautiful face as well.
The powerful and terrifying aftershock from earlier had strangely failed to reach her, which was utterly unbelievable.
Perhaps controlling Xiao Yan's body had made him somewhat unaccustomed to it, preventing him from unleashing the Angry Buddha Fire Lotus's greatest power at the optimal moment. Or perhaps the fusion of Heavenly Flame and Beast Flame had not been powerful enough. Whatever the reason, Yun Shan, a Three-Star Dou