บท 437: Prelude: Part 3

The holy power, pure white and billowing like the swells of the sea, was eroding the dark-red land. Naturally aggressive, the holy power easily suppressed all toxins and any other energies. The holy power had turned every color here into white.

The red land and the mountain of bones turned white—a kind of pure and holy white. Even the clouds in the sky, which was originally pale red, had changed their appearance. The holy power particles, transpired from the surging holy power below, were slowly purifying them into white.

The Fairy Empress stood behind Lin Sheng, watching. Everything within her field of vision had turned into a sea of holy power. Things were happening at a hyperbole scale. It knocked her socks off. This was no more a gold-level strength.