A faint glimmer flashed, and the black talisman in Fang Xuan's hand slowly began to dissipate.
Fang Xuan's expression grew increasingly grave.
"This Qiankun Talisman is actually fake!"
Immediately afterward, heaven and earth began to tremble.
A powerful, misty aura suddenly rose from this scarred world.
This realm where illusion and reality intertwined shattered layer upon layer in an instant.
Screech!!!
A dazzling point of light carried a violent sonic boom as it swept straight toward him.
Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes. The point of light rapidly expanded in his vision until it appeared before him.
"Lingxi!"
Before Fang Xuan, Lingxi's clothes were tattered beyond recognition, as though countless blades had cut through them. Strips of torn cloth fluttered helplessly in the wind. His body was covered in crisscrossing wounds, deep enough to reveal bone, with blood gushing endlessly from them.
Most horrifying of all, his right arm had nearly been severed cleanly from the shoulder, held on only by a thin strip of flesh. The broken arm dangled limply at his side. His entire body was covered in dried blood, giving off a thick stench of gore.
"F-Fang Xuan, I held you back!"
Lingxi spoke, but blood kept surging through his chest, making it impossible for him to form a complete sentence.
Seeing Lingxi in such a miserable state, Fang Xuan's eyes turned increasingly cold.
When he looked up, the Village Guardian stood quietly suspended in the air, looking down at Fang Xuan and Lingxi with an amused expression.
Their gazes collided.
The Village Guardian's lips curled slightly as he said calmly, "I had no intention of hurting him. He insisted on courting death, so I could only send him on ahead!"
"The one sealed here was you!" Fang Xuan's eyes were about to split with rage, his expression