An Ling remained in midair, quietly watching below.
Jiang Yan activated the Yellowstone Mystic Fire Shield over his body, gripped Talisman Paper inside his sleeve, and moved a little closer to the large crater.
Having taken a blast of Divine Thunder head-on without any protection, Jiang Chi no longer looked human.
Half a severed arm lay beside the crater, the splintered bone at the stump covered in dirt and ash.
At the bottom of the crater, Jiang Chi lay with his back facing upward, his body still twitching.
His body was half exposed, his Daoist Robe completely shredded by the blast.
The pink rabbit beside him had also had half its body blasted apart, and red mud half buried him beneath it.
Jiang Yan frowned, flicked out his Fly Whisk, hauled him up, and tossed him to the ground a little over ten feet away.
"Huff, hah..."
The impact drew a long breath from Jiang Chi, his face turning pale.
"Cousin, every fault, every mistake was mine. Please... don't take your anger out on my grandfather..."
He lay on the ground, the front of his body a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
Even with the physical toughness of an eighth-grade Daoist, taking that blow head-on had blasted his belly open and ruptured his intestines.
Jiang Yan could even see something gently rising and falling inside his abdomen, still beating.
Hearing Jiang Chi's words, he remained expressionless.
"Fourth Grandpa is the patriarch of the Jiang Household. Naturally, I won't take any anger out on him."
"That's good. That's good."
Hearing this, Jiang Chi seemed to relax. His face grew another shade paler, and he looked as though he might breathe his last at any moment.
He coughed hard several times, and a little blood seeped between the fingers covering his