Bombardment Results

Xiao Yan, standing at the edge of the core area, was indeed in terrible condition. Just now, he had only barely withstood the power of the Five-Colored Destruction Fire Lotus explosion by deploying every defensive measure he possessed at once, combined with the earth puppet's transfer of his injuries and his own extreme resistance to fire as the master of Heavenly Flames.

His left shoulder had already turned completely charred black, and the wound could not heal immediately. The earth puppet was still functioning, with fresh flesh and burnt scabs growing in a jagged tangle, but Xiao Yan knew its effects were about to fade.

The energy produced by the absorbed essence blood within his body had been greatly depleted during that defense, yet what remained still churned and surged through his chest. Most importantly, Xiao Yan had no way to refine it now. If he could take this opportunity to sit down and cultivate, he might have advanced another great step through the Spirit Clan's essence blood. Unfortunately, tonight was destined not to allow it.

Although Xiao Yan looked exceedingly wretched, Xuan Leizi, not far away, was in an even more miserable state.

His elegant alchemist's robes had long since been completely incinerated. The exposed skin across his body was covered in black-red patterns like molten lava. His right leg had been vaporized below the knee, leaving behind a cross-section as black as charcoal. What remained of his right arm hung limply at his side, thick droplets of blood still dripping from his fingertips.

The skin of his face had split open, revealing scorched tissue beneath. His left eye had been seared into a murky grayish white by the heat. The condition within his body was even more horrifying. His meridians were riddled with holes like withered branches gnawed