At that moment, Chen Mo and the other two emerged from the Space Tunnel and saw dazzling light hurtling toward them. With a sweep of his sleeve, Chen Mo conjured a wall of spiritual light before them.
Neither the powerful shockwaves nor the temperatures reaching tens of thousands of degrees could shake the spiritual light wall in the slightest.
Boom!
The shockwaves crashed against the wall of spiritual light, then swept toward both sides. Wave after wave of spiritual energy battered the surroundings like ten-thousand-foot waves gone mad, and even space let out cracking sounds as though it could no longer bear the strain.
As the blinding white radiance gradually faded, the night once more swept over the land.
Chen Mo sensed within the shockwaves an aura that shared the same origin as Luo Li's, and immediately reached out to seize it.
Yet all he caught was a torn scrap of clothing.
When Luo Li saw the shredded garment on Chen Mo, she froze, for she knew that clothing all too well.
It was her grandfather's.
The garment her grandfather often wore.
"No, no..."
Luo Li muttered to herself.
Yet the more she insisted it could not be true, the more reality proved otherwise.
When everything had dissipated, a blood-red figure emerged from the void. As he walked, he cursed, "Good thing I was prepared. Otherwise, I would've fallen into Luo Tianshen's hands. Trying to absorb Luo Shen's energy? Is Luo Shen's energy something you can control? You're overestimating yourself."
Xue Lingzi's crimson robe was tattered, and blood still stained the corner of his lips.
He glanced around. When he saw that the Grand Elder and Second Elder were both still alive, though seriously wounded, he finally let out a breath of relief.
Not far away, Luo Li heard those