There were no hoarse cries, no anguished wails—not even a ripple of spiritual power. A generation's Supreme One Clan patriarch had been instantly slain by Kong Chen's Karmic Flame: Funeral, right under the protection of every member of the Supreme One Clan and before their very eyes. He had possessed no ability to fight back. Even the blood formation, cast by hundreds at the cost of their life force, had failed to stop such an attack.
The karmic flames continued to burn at the heart of the Supreme One Clan's formation. They were the final radiance left behind by their patriarch, Crown Prince Changqing. Reflected in the eyes of every Supreme One Clan member, they blazed with utmost brilliance before beginning to wither, slowly extinguishing until they finally became nothingness.
The blood-red light rapidly faded. Without Crown Prince Changqing presiding over the formation, the entire blood formation collapsed on its own, its body-tempering formation dismantled directly from within.
And once such a formation had been broken, it was impossible to activate it a second time within a short period.
"Kong Chen, how do you feel?"
The instant the attack landed, Southern Dipper rushed to Kong Chen's side. Gentle white light surged from his palm, enveloping Kong Chen's entire body and continuously healing the injuries within him.
"How is he? He'll be okay, right?" Sensing how weak Kong Chen's aura was, Northern Dipper asked nervously from the side.
"He's seriously injured. It was a suicidal attack, similar to self-detonation. But his vitality is still intact. As long as he recovers properly, there won't be any lasting effects," Southern Dipper said after briefly examining Kong Chen's injuries.
Not far away, Qing Huan revealed an understanding expression when she saw this.
"So that was the nature of this attack. It hurts the enemy