In the blink of an eye, Lin Qian was enveloped in a crimson hue, the dense blood-red color seemingly piercing into his body.
Seeing the crimson on Lin Qian's body, Zhang Juncheng's face turned ugly, "If he had already recovered to the Peak Realm, this spell would be nothing to speak of, but now, he is powerless."
"Why would anyone cast a spell on Little Qian?" Seeing the terrifying blood color on Lin Qian's body, Ye Xin's face was also filled with extreme anxiety.
"Boss!" Watching the abnormality on Lin Qian's figure, Lei Qian clenched his fists tightly too.
Looking down at the blood color on his body, Lin Qian frowned tightly, "Why is it this thing again, lingering like a ghost."
As his words fell, Lin Qian disappeared in front of them.
The next moment, within the Tactics Hall of the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian's figure suddenly appeared, quickly walking towards the center of the high platform.