Huo Wu did not say much. She was like a kind mother, accepting everything about Quan Yi.
And, firm and without the slightest hesitation, she stood on Quan Yi's side, proving to him that he was not alone.
The warmth from her cheek flowed along his skin and into Quan Yi's heart.
The scorching heart that had turned blazing white from intense rage quickly calmed under Huo Wu's soothing.
Quan Yi waved a hand and dispersed the scene before them, and the entire space returned to the temple from the beginning.
Salas was like a walking corpse, collapsed in his chair. Liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes, and his nose, yet he was completely unaware.
The faith in light he had believed in so firmly had been shattered by Quan Yi's punch, and he could no longer find the pillar that supported his spirit.
"Pests... So we were pests that sucked human blood. Haha, hahahaha..."
Looking at Salas reduced to this state, Quan Yi did not feel any satisfaction. Instead, he felt even emptier.
Even if he erased Salas, nothing would change.
"Salas, do you see who your true enemies are now?"
Quan Yi spoke in place of those commoners who had never appeared in the Spirit Master World, yet were bound to it by countless threads, and issued the question.
Do not ignore us.
Do not forget us.
Even if they could not make a sound, they were still crying out in silence.
Salas's scattered pupils, which had been staring upward, stiffly turned toward Quan Yi.
His speech was slurred, yet he spoke in broken fragments. "They are not only our enemies. They are also yours.
"As long as one is a spirit master, conflict with them is unavoidable.
"And you are spirit masters as