The Hell of Shura.

Ye Ling directly took Ye Xuan back to the Hell of Shura. Ye Xuan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his blood was bubbling like lava. Gusts of strong breath dashed out of his body constantly.

Ye Ling put her right hand gently on Ye Xuan’s shoulder, and a flow of gentle force kept flowing towards him.

She did not dare to suppress Ye Xuan’s blood forcibly, because his blood had mutated. She was afraid that Ye Xuan ...