Two days later.
The great battle had ended.
The anomalies in the void gradually dissipated.
A brilliant flash of stark white Divine Light burst forth from the depths.
This Divine Light was Ziqing.
At that moment, Ziqing was visibly worn down, her purple phantom wings almost disappearing, and her body covered in wounds, looking quite ragged.
"Let's go!"
Upon seeing Chen Yuan and another at the valley, Ziqing frowned, grabbed them both, and flew towards the outside of the valley.
"Sister Ziqing, how are you? Are you hurt?"
Zhuangzhuang asked with concern.
At this time, the True Yuan around Ziqing was in chaos, and the veil formed from Divine Soul Power on her face was faintly visible.
Chen Yuan could clearly see her exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful complexion.
Ziqing floated ethereally, her eyebrows picturesque, yet her face was completely pale, with traces of blood occasionally seeping from the corners of her mouth, evidently suffering significant injuries.
