The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

In the center of the ring, Yan Chuan suddenly knelt on the ground, his whole body lowered as if he was defeated by an invisible force.

His body was slightly bent, his hands on the ground, and he was breathing heavily. His knuckles were white, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping onto the rough stone surface.

"Cough—" Yan Chuan coughed violently, the smell of blood filling his mouth, his face pale as paper. The spiritual energy that had been flowing smoothly seemed to be suddenly disrupted by a violent force, becoming difficult to control, flowing more and more rapidly and chaotically.

The golden wings behind him no longer had the dazzling brilliance they had before, but instead appeared dim and lifeless, and a layer of imperceptible black mist seemed to begin to spread on the wings.

At this moment, the air suddenly fluctuated violently, and the surrounding audience seats began to feel an inexplicable chill. The next moment, the entire sky darkened.

"What's with these dark clouds?"

"Is it to attract a thunder tribulation to overcome? But why are there only dark clouds and no thunder?"

"No, it's not about transcending tribulation. Look at that person! He's clearly on the verge of going insane!"

Suddenly, a ball of black gas rose from around Yan Chuan. The black gas expanded rapidly like a shadow, wrapping around his whole body, as if locking him up with an invisible chain.

The black air, like a vortex that swallowed everything, tightly wrapped around Yan Chuan's body, making every breath he took seem extremely painful.

Yan Chuan's eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot, appearing hollow and frantic. His wisps of rationality and composure seemed to be slowly dissipating as the black energy spread, replaced by uncontrollable rage and violence.

"not good!"

Everyone on the First Peak rushed to the stage almost at the same time, but the black gas was too powerful, and under the strong pressure, they could not get close at all.

"What's going on?" Chu Ying stared in amazement at the rising black energy on the stage, her voice filled with confusion and fear. "How can this demonic possession be so terrifying? How did Senior Brother become like this?"

Wan Jinan looked at the black energy in front of him and shook his head. "This isn't just ordinary infatuation! He's forcibly suppressing the power within him. If, as you say, he has elven blood, then the destructive power is truly unimaginable."

After saying that, Wan Jinan looked at the referee and said, "Hurry up and get everyone in the audience to evacuate. Quick!"

The referee finally reacted at this time, his face turned pale, and he quickly ordered others to start evacuating the audience.

But on the stage, none of the people from the First Peak were willing to leave.

"Master, what should we do?" Jiang Yingxue asked Wan Jinan a rare question. After all, even she didn't know what to do in this situation. In the original novel, Yan Chuan was possessed by a demon, and no one came to save him.

Wan Jinan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he swallowed his breath softly, "Someone needs to calm him down. But this layer of black energy is too dangerous, and ordinary people can't get close. Right now, only the sect master can rush into the black energy to save him. But the sect master is currently in another arena. Even if he starts rushing to our side right now, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Why is it that only the Sect Master can save us?"

"Because in the entire Xianyun Sect, only the Sect Master has practiced the Lanxu technique to the fifth level and can resist this black energy. Otherwise, if we go in, we will be crushed into a meat patty by this black energy."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingxue's brows furrowed even deeper.

She looked at Yan Chuan in the center of the black air with heartache, her eyes wild, and the pair of wings behind her flapped violently, making a harsh sound.

The black energy surged through his body like a wild beast, devouring his consciousness and spiritual power in a terrifying manner. At this moment, he could no longer control the power within his body, and was left with only unspeakable pain.

Anyway, the fact that I am not in the Qi Refining Stage has been exposed, so I don’t care about adding more trouble.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue could no longer sit still and rushed directly into the black air.

"Jiang Yingxue, are you crazy?!" Wan Jinan wanted to stop her, but Jiang Yingxue had already rushed in.

And it seems... he successfully broke in?

Wan Jinan couldn't believe his eyes. How many things was his good disciple hiding from him?

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In the black air, Jiang Yingxue squatted down and kept shaking Yan Chuan: "Brother, wake up!"

However, Yan Chuan's eyes were blank and empty, and he kept muttering, "Don't touch her..."

Jiang Yingxue asked in confusion, "What did I do to you? Wake up quickly, or you'll really be possessed by the devil, and then you'll become the enemy of the entire cultivation world!"

But Yan Chuan obviously didn't listen, and just kept repeating "Don't touch her..."

"Who is she?" Jiang Yingxue became more and more anxious the more she listened. She put her forehead against Yan Chuan's forehead and tried hard to think of any way to calm Yan Chuan down.

At the moment their skin touched, Jiang Yingxue could feel Yan Chuan's whole body getting hot.

"Are you feeling hot?"

Yan Chuan didn't reply to her.

"Well, we need to try every possible method."

After saying that, Jiang Yingxue hugged Yan Chuan tightly, using her ice-attribute magic power to suppress the heat in Yan Chuan's body.

Yan Chuan buried his head in Jiang Yingxue's shoulder, repeating "Don't touch her".

Jiang Yingxue quickly patted his back and said softly, "Okay, okay, we won't touch you. Calm down first and we'll solve the problem slowly, okay? Be good..."