Time continued to flow.
Unknowingly, more than an hour passed.
Every minute and second was torture for Xu Ying, Bujie, and Prajna.
For more than an hour, Yang Luo did not move at all. It was as if he had passed away in meditation.
What worried them even more was that Yang Luo's aura was getting weaker and weaker.
If they didn't sense it carefully, they would have thought it was already gone.
Prajna clenched her fists and bit her lower lip. Her face was slightly pale.
Xu Ying and Bujie clenched their fists, their faces filled with worry and anxiety.
Another half an hour passed just like that.
Suddenly….
The expressions of Xu Ying and the rest changed drastically.
Bujie exclaimed, "What's going on? Why is Brother Yang's aura gone?!"
"Could it be… Could it be…"
However, halfway through his sentence, he could not continue.
"Wu…"
Prajna burst into tears.