C1219 It Was Slightly Awkward

Yu Yuan's wrist flicked ever so slightly, wielding the Baneblade with a deft motion.

Seven orbs of Bloodwraith coalesced into a crimson sun, morphing into a gaping maw that lunged at Jiang Xingwen, who had only just regained consciousness.

Beams of light burst forth from Jiang Xingwen's Solar Spirit Body