"Don't worry, if I get infected, just throw me into the sea," Zuan said coldly, then pushed aside the others and went to Yani's side.
Then the sea churned again, and Alati was reassembled and restored, opening his mouth to let out a shrill roar.
"Shut up!" Tingxue snorted coldly, and another huge sword aura instantly struck the opponent, shattering the bone dragon in mid-air.
As if she had done something insignificant, she quickly looked at Zu'an, her eyes showing a hint of concern.
The people on the deck couldn't help but swallow hard. How could this reclusive woman be so fierce?
She's actually no less capable than Yani!
Moreover, her nonchalant approach to the situation meant she didn't need to come into contact with Naalati, so there was no risk of infection, making her far superior to Yani in this respect.
At this moment, Zuan was focused on observing the grayish-white death aura on Yani's hands. He did not act rashly, but instead placed his hand on Yani's shoulder and activated the Primordial Chaos Scripture.
As expected, with the purifying power of the Primordial Chaos Scripture, the deathly aura that had been spreading aggressively upwards seemed to have seen a ghost and retreated.
Zuan breathed a sigh of relief; it had worked after all.
So he took Yani's hand directly. Her meridians seemed a bit strange, different from those of ordinary people, so it was more convenient to touch the affected area directly.
"Watch out!" Isabella cried out in alarm upon seeing this.
Zuan smiled slightly at her: "It's alright."
Immediately, the Primordial Chaos Sutra was fully activated, and the grayish-white death energy on Yani's hands dissipated quickly, like ice and snow in midsummer.
With the deathly aura dispelled, Yani regained her vitality. She got up and stretched her arms and legs, overjoyed: "Thank you, I owe you my life."
The eyes of the people around him almost popped out of their sockets. This guy could first control the sea, and now he can purify death energy. What is his background?
Alfred couldn't help but ask, "Young master, are you a believer in immortality or reproduction?"
“No, I am a follower of the God of Memory.” As soon as Zaun finished answering, his expression suddenly changed, because he felt an inexplicable power descending. The sky was changing, and the dark clouds quickly gathered into a strange eye.
A divine voice resounded in his mind: "Oh, you are my believer? But how come I didn't know that?"
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