Selena instantly looked up when she heard the voice.
A familiar purple-haired youth was walking out of the clouds and mist, his short purple hair lifting slightly in the wind, a leisurely "I'm just passing by for a look" expression on his face.
Surprise and delight first welled up in her heart-it was him. But an even stronger wave of worry immediately eclipsed it. He was only a Middle God.
"What are you doing here? Leave, now! You're only a Middle God! There are four Highgods over there!" Her voice was urgent and rapid, and her grip on her saber tightened involuntarily.
Even at her peak, she might not have been able to escape four Highgods unscathed. Adding a Middle God now-wasn't he just coming to his death?
"Relax, relax. They're just a few weaklings." Wangcai waved a hand, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the fine weather.
He walked straight up to Selena and pressed his hand against the wound on her back. Selena went rigid-this was the first time a man outside her family had touched her body. That hand was warm and strong, and through her blood-soaked clothes, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his palm.
A blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks, spreading from the roots of her ears down to her neck. She even forgot to speak.
Wangcai noticed none of this. His attention was focused entirely on the wound over the back of Selena's heart, which was still seeping blood.
Kalis's darkness divine power clung deep within the wound like a festering infection, constantly eroding her meridians and obstructing the natural recovery of her divine power.
He concentrated and mobilized his divine power, and purple-gold thunder light flashed across his palm. The instant the dark toxin met the purple-gold