Chen Fan seemed to have lost contact with White Lord.
He could not summon the White Emperor Armor to defend against Bai Fengyu's enormous hand.
An overwhelming unwillingness surged up from the depths of his heart.
Chen Fan did not even have the ability to ask Bai Fengyu, "Why?"
He could not move in the slightest. His mouth would not open, and no sound could escape.
He could only watch helplessly as that towering palm descended from the sky.
Even after all he had experienced, even though his strength had grown to a level his former self could only look up to, at this moment, Chen Fan still felt his own insignificance.
He could only stare wide-eyed as the dark shadow fell.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze.
At the same time.
An icy aura that made one's entire body tremble abruptly descended upon the dark-red world.
Two figures suddenly appeared before Chen Fan.
One was a bewitchingly handsome young man with jade-like features and a blood-red mole between his brows. The other was a tall figure shrouded in dense Dao auras, making his form impossible to discern.
That icy aura came from the other person beside Blood God.
And with the appearance of those two figures.
Boom!
The enormous palm pressing down upon Chen Fan's head seemed to have encountered some invisible, terrifying force and exploded apart.
Only then did Chen Fan finally regain control of his body.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
His head was already drenched in sweat as he struggled to steady his breathing.
The next instant.
"Why?!"
"Why?"
Almost at the same time, Chen Fan and Bai Fengyu asked the same question.
Chen Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Bai Fengyu in the sky.
Yet Bai Fengyu's gaze rested upon Blood God and