Although Pei Yan led the retreat, as a figure of such status, he managed his emotions exceptionally well, still sitting upright and composed in the spacious back seat of the car, his face calm and eyes resolute.
Yet, no one noticed that in the palm of Pei Yan's clenched right hand there appeared a shallow wound, faintly showing rust within it.
However, with a large influx of spiritual power, the jade ring on his hand flickered with a faint green glow. In less than half a minute, the wound ceased to deepen, and the rust was gradually covered by new flesh, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Once the wound completely disappeared, Pei Yan quietly took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief, though a fear lingered in his heart. He hadn't anticipated the opponent's technique to be so bizarre; despite raising the turtle shell, he still couldn't block the attack.
