The cold night wind swept through the dense woods, carrying a teeth-grinding wail, as though countless wronged souls were weeping in the darkness.
This open ground at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest was now shrouded in thick killing intent and despair.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing could no longer run. They panted violently.
They were already covered in wounds, their Soul Power nearly exhausted. Days of continuous flight had drained both their strength and spirit.
Dai Mubai's once-luxurious clothes had long since been reduced to tatters, stained with mud and clotted blood. His golden hair hung in disarray against his sweat-soaked forehead.
Nothing remained in Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like eyes but exhaustion and an almost numb coldness. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms as she tried to use the pain to maintain her final shred of clarity.
"Whoosh—!"
A piercing sound tore through the air!
An incomparably condensed blade of dark Soul Power, carrying a tearing property, came slashing toward them!
The two were already at the end of their strength, their reactions half a beat too slow.
Dai Mubai roared and barely forced his remaining Soul Power into a thin White Tiger protective barrier, but the light blade easily tore through his defense and viciously struck his back!
"Pfft—!"
Dai Mubai was hit as though by a heavy blow and pitched forward. The blood spraying from his mouth drew a miserable arc beneath the moonlight.
He felt as if his internal organs had shifted out of place, and intense pain instantly flooded his nerves.
"Dai Mubai!"
Zhu Zhuqing cried out and tried to step forward to support him, but another Spirit Skill followed close behind, striking her leg with precision.
She let out a muffled groan and dropped to one knee.