Just as He Naitian was about to be crushed to death by the giant bell, I couldn't bear to watch. I turned around, pulled out the Heaven-Splitting Gourd, and vented my fury at Gan Ziyang!
Boom! A thunderous explosion rang out. I had no idea what had happened to He Naitian, but he had surely been reduced to flying bits of flesh and ash.
I was furious beyond measure. At that moment, I also summoned a blizzard and launched a frenzied attack at Gan Ziyang! Gan Ziyang's expression was cold and indifferent. With a flick of his finger, a blue flying sword shaped like a needle shot toward me. Its speed was outrageously fast. My heart clenched, and I immediately chanted the Shrinking Earth Technique and fled to another location!
Bang!
After a sound that pierced through something heavy, I turned my head and saw that several distant houses had been blasted with enormous holes by the blue light! Fortunately, I hadn't rushed forward just now and had chosen to flee. Otherwise, I wouldn't exist in this world anymore. It seemed Gan Ziyang didn't care whether the Ancestral Dragon emerged!
"Martial Nephew He!" Xiang Lan propped himself up with two iron sword staves. When he saw that his martial nephew He Naitian had vanished from the smoke produced by the exploding bell, he angrily took out a small bottle of black liquid and poured it into his body. In an instant, black light covered him from head to toe. His injuries actually showed clear signs of recovery!
But that black aura was domineering beyond compare. It actually caused both his pupils to turn completely black. Now, there wasn't a single part of Xiang Lan that wasn't black. Demonic energy churned around him—he had clearly entered a demonic state!
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