"Eh? What happened here? Where's Empress Jing?"
Ji Wuqing had finally arrived late.
Seeing that the situation had temporarily stalled, yet Empress Jing had not arrived before him, he could not help asking.
Even as he spoke, he headed toward Jun Tianhong, intending to treat Jun Tianhong's injuries first.
It had to be said that Jun Tianhong's injuries were far too severe. Even someone of Ji Wuqing's cultivation found them hard to bear looking at.
A sense of danger suddenly descended.
Almost instinctively, Ji Wuqing raised his hand and struck out with a palm toward the direction the danger came from.
"Old Ji, watch out!"
Jun Tianhong finally came back to his senses, but the first thing he saw was Ji Wuqing being struck by Seven Colors.
He truly could not see Seven Colors' existence either.
But he had fought Seven Colors several times before and knew very clearly the changes that occurred when Seven Colors attacked.
Ji Wuqing, on the other hand, was encountering something like this for the first time. He was bound to be in grave danger.
The shout and scream rang out at the same time.
Seven Colors was, after all, a being whose consciousness had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. The richness of his combat experience was not something the two of them could compare to.
When Ting Ge left behind those words and vanished, while Jun Tianhong was still stunned, Seven Colors had already begun preparing.
At that time, if he had dealt with Jun Tianhong, even if he could not kill him, he could have inflicted even graver injuries.
Yet he had never considered doing that.
After all, he was no longer at his peak. Wanting to deal with an Eternal Expert while holding on for eighty-one days was practically impossible.