The moment the words left his mouth, the others moved in unspoken accord. Each chose a direction and charged, unleashing every bit of their power. Even if a barrier stood in their way, they would force their way through.
But the next instant, something happened that made their faces drain of color. Just as they reached the edge of the circle, they found themselves facing not the Cinnabar line that trapped them, but their own companions. None of them knew how it had happened.
By then, each had pushed his power to its limit, ready to break through the Cinnabar line. The force surging through them had reached the point where they had to release it—yet the people before them were their own...
Chaos erupted. Someone failed to rein in his attack and let loose the power he had been gathering. A storm sprang up and swept outward.
Others forcibly dragged their powers back into themselves. Their Blood Essence surged wildly, and some were even injured.
The seven or eight of them collided in a hopeless tangle. None could have imagined that, after charging toward different sides of the circle, they would all crash into one another...
Yet to the onlookers, none of this had happened.
All they saw was Tang Changsheng draw a circle of Cinnabar. Then the young people of the Violet Light Family stared blankly into space, standing motionless where they were.
Suddenly, one spat blood and another went flying. Nothing about it made sense.
Tang Changsheng's expression shifted slightly. "I lost. I won't go see Fan Wan'er again!"
With that, he turned and strode away. The dazed young people stood there bewildered for some time before they finally noticed that Qin Er had somehow fallen outside the Cinnabar circle...
They looked at one another, relief overtaking