Their intentions differed: Ge Panming was openly declarative, while Zhu Caiwei schemed in secret.
However, Zhu Caiwei’s personality could be considered quite rigid. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she was caught in her desire for something more. Now, only dust remained everywhere.
This was the final moment of her life. Zhu Caiwei’s heart was filled with resentment, unwillingness, regret, and self-pity. But reality is unforgiving, and there was no time to understand or vent her emotions.
She had no time to resist and was already grabbed by Ge Panming, who wanted to extract the clan leader’s blood from her body. Zhu Caiwei carried the blood in a specially made bottle, and just as Ge Panming’s hand was about to grab it, Luo Yingbai, who was already on guard, seized the opportunity and slashed with a knife from the side.
Ge Panming instinctively withdrew his hand and stepped back, still holding Zhu Caiwei.
A flash of light struck out, also stopping Lo Yingbai’s next move.
Light and shadow flickered between the two, with energy surging, creating a momentary stalemate. Lo Yingbai could feel that Ge Panming’s strength had greatly increased after gaining a physical form and was trying to break this deadlock. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Zhu Caiwei’s arm moving.
Held by Ge Panming, Zhu Caiwei was barely breathing. From Ge Panming’s angle, he couldn’t notice her movement, but Lo Yingbai clearly saw that she wanted to take something from Ge Panming.
What could be so important at this moment, even more crucial than the bottle of blood?
Lo Yingbai slashed down at Ge Panming with a knife, the sharp energy pressing down before the blade even reached.
Ge Panming’s eye twitched, neither avoiding nor yielding, directly raising his spear to meet the knife.
The weapons collided, creating a deafening sound. Lo Yingbai took the opportunity to dodge to the side, reaching for Zhu Caiwei. Just as Ge Panming was about to block, Lo Yingbai’s knife suddenly turned, hooking a jade pendant from Ge Panming’s body.
The bottle of fresh blood fell to the ground, kicked away by Ge Panming and shattered among the blood-red flowers before the treasure hall.
Red rain scattered.
In an instant, the flower sea transformed into a massive red whirlpool, and within its rotating layers, a massive white altar slowly rose.
