The core infant was shrouded in yin energy, its aura utterly disordered. Chaotic energy surged in and out of its body, as though it might shatter on its own at any moment.
"He Xuan actually used some secret technique and barely blocked that terrifying wave of icy energy by detonating his physical body. His core infant's aura is unstable, but fortunately, his life is no longer in danger."
Faced with the sweeping force of that terrifying explosion, Fang Liang's expression had also changed abruptly.
The self-detonation of an early Spirit Severing stage cultivator's body was so powerful that, at close range, even a cultivator of the same stage might not withstand it without any defenses prepared. Yet when Qin Fengming blocked it with a wave of his hand, Fang Liang, standing behind him, felt no surprise.
Looking at the still somewhat dazed core infant before him, Fang Liang spoke with a grave expression.
As he spoke, a cloud of yin mist welled up in his hand. In a flash, it enveloped the core infant with its unstable aura. Yin energy spread, wrapping the core infant in a dense mass.
"Thank you for your assistance, Fellow Cultivator Fang. I am no longer in any serious danger."
Only after a full hour did a voice ring out from within the dense yin mist.
Fang Liang withdrew his hand seal, and the dense yin mist vanished. After performing the technique, his already pale face had turned even more bloodless.
He had already suffered a severe loss of blood essence. Using another secret technique to help He Xuan stabilize his core infant had piled injury upon injury. Although he had known what the consequences would be, Fang Liang had still risked lending a hand.
Although Qin Fengming also cultivated a Ghost Dao art, Fang