Jiang Liu's aura grew increasingly unstable. Clearly, he had inhaled more and more of the disorienting primal qi, and was gradually losing control.
The Fire-Winged Monkey struck again with its staff, sending Ming Heng flying. Then it looked toward Jiang Liu, worry showing in its eyes.
It had no idea how to bring Jiang Liu back to his senses.
Jiang Liu had gone from occasionally managing to hit Ming Heng to only landing a blow once in a while.
This showed that the Saintly Sky Art qi within his body was about to completely merge with the disorienting primal qi.
If he did not stop and purify or expel the chaotic qi within his body, there was a very high chance he would be trapped directly within the chaotic maze realm.
Han Yi arrived at the bend in the passage and saw Jiang Liu attacking the air.
A sacred beast was attacking the members of the Nether Race, while those members frantically dodged, seemingly unwilling to come into contact with the beast.
This bizarre sight immediately left Han Yi greatly puzzled. What exactly was going on?
However, Han Yi did not choose to stand by and watch. Instead, she swept forward in a single motion.
At the same time, a fan that looked as if it had been carved from ice appeared in her hand. She fanned it directly toward Ming Heng.
The fan in Han Yi's hand sent out a wave of white primal qi. Wherever the white qi passed, layer upon layer of frost immediately appeared.
Ming Heng, who was already in a wretched state, immediately sensed something amiss.
Even he could feel the temperature around him dropping rapidly.
This discovery instantly filled him with dread.
He knew that someone from the Frost Race had arrived.
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