The Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus drifted gracefully toward Fang Lin, emanating an aura of destruction that stunned everyone present.
"Quick, retreat further away!" the Black Robe Master immediately shouted. The Taoist Sect disciples wasted no time and retreated thousands of miles, yet they still felt a lingering unease in their hearts.
The Spirit Martial Chess Sect similarly acted swiftly, as their entire sect was carried away by the enormous chessboard to avoid the thunder lotus's devastating power.
Fang Lin barely managed to open his eyes, watching the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus approach him as its terrifying aura seeped into him. Panic flashed across his face.
But deep down, a wave of joy surged within him. He wished he could pounce on the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus with reckless abandon.
Of course, Fang Lin made sure to keep up appearances; if the two figures suspected anything and retrieved the lotus, it would be incredibly awkward for him.
