Disciples outside the blood-colored gate were petrified by the terrifying power; they had no idea what had happened inside and could only keep guessing.
Inside the gate, the light slowly faded, and dust settled.
The area was a complete mess, and the air was still filled with a terrifying aura.
Lin Xuan's face was pale white as he gasped heavily for breath.
During the explosion a moment ago, he had frantically activated his defenses, but the force was so massive that he felt as if he was being crushed to dust.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, a black vortex appeared in front of him, sucking away all the terrifying energy.
In this way, he had narrowly escaped disaster.
The bronze gloves and ancient armor on his body both had developed cracks and were likely to shatter after a few more uses.
The mountain peak talisman treasure, on the other hand, had turned directly into dust, disappearing into the air.
He circulated the Longevity Technique while looking around.