บท 1107: Forgive Me!

The clothes on his chest fluttered in the wind and intertwined with the blood mist, contrasting sharply with the black palm print. Zhou Hai was ejected from the southern courtyard. At that moment, wisps of invisible life force seeped out from his body through the black palm print. In just a short time, a significant portion of Zhou Hai's body had shrunk, resembling a skeleton.

The life force that surged out appeared to be drawn by some force, rushing towards the injured Nascent Soul disciple. The disciple's body trembled, and the blue light on his face faded, restoring his appearance to normal.

With a thud, Zhou Hai's body hit the ground. His complexion was ashen, and his body twitched continuously. His eyes were filled with fear.

An eerie silence ensued.

Zhao Yu gasped, his eyes wide with shock. He stared at the southern courtyard and subconsciously retreated several feet. He had never anticipated that the senior granduncle of the Origin Sect possessed such profound cultivation.