The mana surged through the air, and where Zhu Fei was, it had almost become an explosive vortex, continuously twisting, expanding, and surging.
However, amidst this turmoil, a spot of yellow light suddenly appeared at the core of the explosion.
Then the yellow light began to spread, almost sweeping across the entire explosive area with an overwhelming force.
In just the blink of an eye, the explosion was rapidly quelled, and even the blood-red glow in the sky gradually dimmed and finally disappeared under the influence of the yellow light.
Seeing this suddenly, Lan Qingshan, who had been sneering, froze with his smile, his eyes showing a hint of disbelief.
He focused his gaze to see Zhu Fei standing calmly in the air, surrounded by a layer of hazy yellow clouds.
The whole person looked nothing like someone who had been severely injured.
