Drifting plum blossoms fell, accompanied by a current of cold air, purifying everything within the domain.
The Xuan Shuang guards always followed Lady Ran Sect closely, and as a result, Lu Ran and the other two middle-aged men also benefited from this.
The threatening elephant cries had become nothing but loud noises, their mental deterrence completely dispelled.
In fact, Lu Ran was not affected by spiritual output at all.
He grabbed the wrists of the two men, transferring black flames to them long ago, healing their injuries.
"Little brother, you... who are you?" The disheveled man stared blankly at the young man with the blood face.
The stone sculptures present were all unfamiliar, not belonging to the ranks of gods and demons.
The young human was obviously in league with this group of stone sculptures, and thinking of the recent rumors of humans slaughtering gods and demons, his identity was easy to guess.
