Although Lin Chuan's body was in immense pain, his mind was utterly clear, and the entire scene within the Blood Tower unfolded in his mind.
At this moment, Lin Chuan was on the third level of the Blood Tower, and the sounds of various Yin Spirits flitting around appeared distinctly in his mind. Amidst these strange Yin Spirits, he unexpectedly saw the Yin Spirits of the little chubby, seven elders, and those disciples.
Damn, Lin Chuan cursed silently. What is going on? Weren't these people's Yin Spirits consumed by the Illusion Yin Flower? Why did they appear?
New energy was accumulating more and more at the Bai Hui Acupoint in his head and gradually began to spread towards the brain. Suddenly, a blurry shadow appeared in Lin Chuan's consciousness.
Looking closely at the shadow, Lin Chuan felt that this vague shadow looked very much like himself.
