Standing atop the void, Xu Yuan surveyed all that was around him.
Within the massive crater, faint rustling sounds emerged, as dense threads slowly began to reassemble the mangled limbs of Mu Xingyi.
At the base of the distant West City Wall, Lady Wan was enduring the relentless bombardment of a hundred heavy crossbows.
Eventually,
Xu Yuan's gaze settled on the white-robed woman whose figure was gradually coming into view.
Golden chains stretched out from the depths of the pitch-black void behind her, tightly binding Tian Ye's delicate pale wrists, halting the killing blow she had been preparing and disrupting the impending death of Mu Nuo.
Perhaps at this moment, the millennium calamity Jiatiange had foretold was averted by the Pavilion Master of Jiatiange himself.
A flash of a sigh flickered in Xu Yuan's eyes, as he sardonically ridiculed Tian Yuan's actions in his thoughts.
