Dong! The third chime of the bell echoed.
The body of Jin Ling Saint Mother, both inside and out, was crushed by the violent force of spatial energy. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, leaving her gravely injured and on the brink of death.
This is what it means to take on seven Ancestor Witches in the Primordial World!
The Power of Time within the small courtyard rapidly dissipated, and it reverted back to the ordinary, unremarkable courtyard it was before, save for a young man who had collapsed into a deep sleep.
To Xi He, Jin Ling Saint Mother was a young one in every sense.
After a while, confirming that Jin Ling Saint Mother was completely shattered and had fallen into a self-protective unconscious state, Xi He revealed her figure and moved closer, though her appearance seemed significantly more illusory now.
