Red Hairs Spread

Half an hour later.

This area finally quieted down.

Saintess Yao Yao put away all the array flags.

She heaved a sigh of relief, a smile on her face as she seized the Fire Lotus and firmly sealed it. The Fire Lotus, now shrunk to the size of a palm, struggled constantly in Saintess Yao Yao's hand, letting out sharp, piercing cries.

"At least it was a close call without any real danger!"

She wiped at the hair on her forehead, which was already beaded with fine cold sweat.

Saintess Yao Yao quickly took out a container and carefully placed the Fire Lotus inside it.

Jiang Dao began searching the Headless Corpse. A moment later, he flicked his finger, summoning a blazing mass of Yang Fire that incinerated the Headless Corpse, swiftly reducing her to ashes.

Frowning, he said, "I heard that those who die will revive outside. Although I moved quickly just now, you called out my name. She most likely already knows my identity..."

His heart darkened, and he felt somewhat vexed.

Saintess Yao Yao had lived for so many years. How could she still be so reckless?

"Jiang Dao, I'm sorry. I only shouted it in a moment of desperation..."

Saintess Yao Yao walked over and spoke softly.

Jiang Dao gently shook his head. "Forget it. There's no point saying any of this now."

He and Saintess Yao Yao had entered together. If he could not escape, neither could she.

Boom!

At that moment, an earth-shaking wave of divine consciousness suddenly erupted in the distance. Vast and mighty as mountains roaring and seas crashing, it made space surge and rumble deafeningly as purple lightning filled the sky and swept toward them.

"Not good, it's the Violet Lightning God-Emperor!"

Saintess Yao Yao's expression changed. "Go!"

She grabbed Jiang