As their eyelids opened, everyone fell to their knees, slumped to the floor with a feeling that was hard to describe.
A shield with golden runes engraved on it seemed to fill the air, forming a dome as far as the eye could see.
It was Fu Xie Lan's protective magic. A few minutes after that huge explosion, the golden runes that were drawn in the air slowly faded and seemed to recede towards their owner.
Making everyone's gaze follow where the rune ended.
Up there, Fu Xie Lan suddenly coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her skin looks very pale. Drooping weakly in Gu Yi's arms.
The girl forced herself to cast protective magic in a very wide range. As a result, she was injured.
As for Gu Yi, the man cursed himself. Not without reason.