บท 1210: Roselle

Vrhoom!

A dark reddish flame was ablaze on Luo Li's body, completely enveloping her within itself. From afar, she seemed like an enormous red torch extending from the earth to the skies. As the red flames encased Luo Li's body, dark crimson droplets of blood trickled down from her hand, dripping into the Luo River.

Drip… Drip...

The Luo River was formed in the ancient times. When the founding ancestor of the Luo God Clan fell, they transformed into this very river. However, its power could only be called upon by the purest royal blood of the Luo God Clan.

As the blood dripped into the Luo River, the redness in the river turned brighter and brighter. A stream of bright red light spots floated upward unceasingly, gathering around Luo Li upon the White Jade Stage, and the flames engulfing her burned more and more intensely.