The might of a Nascent Soul! Terrifying strength and the transformation of the Mist-Scattering Divine Ability

The Azure Abyss Outer Sea, White Bone Abyss.

At that moment, a strange situation had unfolded on the barren island.

The fierce, thunderous battle between the outer sea's demon cultivators and the Sea-Ruins Merchant Guild cultivators abruptly fell silent with the green-robed figure's arrival, and the fighting ceased.

If one insisted on counting him, perhaps the gray-robed Core Formation cultivator called Golden Light, who had left and returned, had played some tiny part as well?

"Brother Lin-"

Mo Zhaoli's voice was understandably urgent. Though she was delighted by their reunion, their present circumstances certainly did not allow them to reminisce.

Though she did not know how Brother Lin had reached her and could not fathom the details, she was certain that the journey had been fraught with hardship and indescribable trouble-and that he had most likely come for her this time.

Not even the vast waters of the Azure Abyss Sea could wash away the gratitude in her heart.

But she was even less willing to let Brother Lin fall into danger because of her, so she urged him to leave for now.

Surrounded by powerful enemies in a desperate situation, her instinct was to protect the person most important to her.

Yet Lin Changheng had no intention of "doing as he was told."

Instead, he looked at Mo Zhaoli with tenderness. His other hand, which still rested at her waist, had already released a thread of mana to examine her condition.

His brows immediately knitted, and a rare, icy coldness settled over his face, like ice that had remained frozen for countless ages!

"Very good. Very good-"

His frigid voice carried a trace of teeth-grinding hatred. At the same time, he used his mana to suppress Mo Zhaoli's injuries, smooth out her chaotic energy, and expel the foreign mana