Paragon of the Ghost Tribe

The blooming clouds of blood had come as a startling surprise.

The members of the Heaven Crushing Sect were stunned upon seeing Cyril and Chen Chen's bellies explode.

In fact, some of the female cultivators even started to squeal in fright.

"Good heavens! The Heavenly Disciples have exploded! Our Heavenly Disciples have exploded!"

"Hurry! Who's familiar with healing techniques? Hurry up and save them!"

The members of the Heaven Crushing Sect were extremely panicked and alarmed. As they gazed at the two figures who were shrouded in clouds of blood, it was as if the two pillars that were supporting them had crumbled and collapsed. It was as if the entire world had lost its luster.

Xue Yan immediately leaped into the air, and she was determined to rush to Chen Chen's side. However, she suddenly came to a stop in midair.

The clouds of blood had dissipated, and Cyril and Chen Chen were still standing.