When she saw Xue Hong again, Shi Lan's brows furrowed slightly.
She had thought that the immortal light that had saved his life meant he had been eliminated, but now it seemed that was not the case.
Divine light kept flaring in the void. During the few breaths they had wasted, more people arrived. At a glance, there were no fewer than five Supremes. Only one had entered the Void Realm—a man in black, barely over twenty, wearing a purple-gold crown and exuding an air of wealth and nobility.
"It's a Crimson Dragon Flower!"
Someone among the newcomers was clearly well-informed, recognizing at a glance the immortal root growing in the crevice of the glacier.
The one who spoke was a girl in red, appearing no older than fifteen or sixteen. She was slender, and her eyes danced with a mischievous, clever light. The aura of the tribulation of life and death lingered around her every movement, clearly indicating that she cultivated an immortal art and had only just passed the initial stage of the Tribulation Realm.
Her cultivation was not considered powerful among those present—in fact, she was utterly inconspicuous. As a result, no one had paid any attention to her.
"Stand back. I'm clearing the field."
Shi Lan sent a message to Yao in warning and flipped her hand, drawing the Crimson Crow War Halberd. If this attracted an Empty Realm Supreme, the situation would become even more uncontrollable. A quick victory was the wisest course.
As her blood surged, Shi Lan once again manifested the Ancient God body. She had ultimately walked through the Primordial Ancient Era under the name Yang. Regardless of how much reputation she had, she wanted these young Supremes to remember her now.
"It's you again."
Seeing Shi Lan's surging blood energy, Xue