Gravely Injured

The sky above the Clear Spring Peak was cloudless, full of barely discernible spiritual aura.

Mo Tiange stood in the air with her eyes closed. Her two palms were facing each other with a thread of thin spiritual aura rotating in a circle between them.

This thread of spiritual aura was thin at first, but it gradually thickened until finally, it converged and showed a very strong orange color.

A deep frown was etched on Mo Tiange's face; it was as if she was enduring something. Before long, however, that lump of spiritual aura suddenly grew drastically and enveloped her entire body, thus turning into a spiritual aura barrier.

Mo Tiange opened her eyes then heaved a sigh of relief.