Inside the Silver Armored Roc Warship.
Tang Wulin held Gu Yuena tightly in his arms. Both of them stared wide-eyed with tension, and in this moment, their connection to Lan Xuanyu had become faint and almost imperceptible. More importantly, they could both clearly feel their own bloodlines boiling, surging wildly as that distant nine-colored radiance shimmered and exploded.
"He's back, he's back…" Gu Yuena murmured to herself, her eyes unfocused. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
Tang Wulin's gaze was slightly dazed as well. He could distinctly sense the eighteenth seal within him violently trembling, as if something was desperately attempting to break free from within.
The power of this tribulation is so overwhelming. Can Xuanyu endure it?
