Meanwhile, James, who was amidst the Hongrome Aura, experienced an unprecedented sense of peril.

Despite the absence of formations within the Hongrome Aura, it suppressed his cultivation and Supernatural Powers. James was engulfed in a profound fear and hopelessness, utterly powerless in the face of this vast and overwhelming force.

James took two faltering steps forward, only to be pierced by thorns. Agonizing pain surged through him as blood began to flow profusely from his wounds. Even worse, he could not draw upon any energy to heal himself.

Never before had James encountered such a formidable obstacle. Enveloped by the suffocating Hongrome Aura, he felt utterly helpless, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.

Just as despair threatened to consume him, two streams of power appeared—one purple-gold and the other crimson.

“Tirta Power and righteous aura!” James seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and when he was about to rush forward, the two powers dissipated i