Purple! Purple! Black! Ice Blue! Red! Dark Red! Gold! Dark Red!
Dugu Yan's gaze was instantly fixed on those Spirit Rings, especially the terrifying aura emitted by the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, like prehistoric behemoths. Her mind went blank, and her breathing abruptly stopped.
She raised a trembling finger and pointed at the red Spirit Rings. Her lips quivered as she tried to say something, but only disjointed, incoherent syllables came out:
"Hund... hund... Hundred-Thousand-Year... Spirit Rings... th... three..."
Utter shock, fear, disbelief... all sorts of emotions crashed over her mind like a tsunami in an instant.
The next second, her eyes rolled back and her body went limp. Before she could even cry out, she fell flat onto her back with a thud.
"Ah! Sister Yan Yan!" Lan Xi cried out and hurried forward to help her up.
The air in the little courtyard seemed to still carry the lingering shockwaves from those eight terrifying Spirit Rings.
After quite a while, under Lan Xi's gentle calls and pats, Dugu Yan's long eyelashes fluttered a few times before she slowly came to.
The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Jiang Zhen's handsome face, wearing a slightly teasing smile.
The tremendous shock had left her mind muddled. Deep down, she refused to accept the scene that had surpassed all understanding.
She suddenly grabbed Lan Xi's sleeve as though clutching at her final lifeline. Her emerald eyes were filled with hope as she looked at Jiang Zhen, her voice trembling with one last shred of wishful thinking.
"F-fake, right? Jiang Zhen, you must have used some kind of illusion Spirit Skill or Soul Tool to mess with me, right?"
"How could those... those kinds of Spirit Rings exist... And Rank 90..."
She would rather believe her eyes had