Pamir Plateau.
Southern side.
A straight blade sliced through the air, instantly cutting across a man in black's thigh and leaving a savage gash.
The man in black let out a muffled groan. Covered in wounds, he staggered two difficult steps through the snow before collapsing weakly to the ground. Blood seeped from wounds all over his body, gradually staining the snow red.
Loki's avatar gritted his teeth and raised his right hand. Several black threads tried to form "Deceit," but they collapsed halfway through. The divine power in his body had been completely exhausted; he could no longer use "Deceit" to escape.
"Has the avatar's divine power reached its limit..." Loki's avatar snorted coldly and turned to look into the distance.
The Electric Scooter's headlights tore through the wind and snow. Two figures sat atop it, slowly approaching him like messengers of death.
Zuo Qing, draped in a dark crimson cloak, leaped off the vehicle and beckoned the straight blade embedded in the snow back into his hand. He calmly looked at the fallen Loki and spoke faintly.
"Why aren't you running?"
"Great Xia's Night Watchmen, right?" Loki said with a sneer. "You've hunted me down twice in a row. I'll remember this grudge. Don't think you've already won... The gift I prepared for you will arrive very soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Loki's entire body twisted violently. Vast amounts of black liquid surged from that body, spilling across the snow and gathering into a shattered black ear.
Leng Xuan, covered in wounds, had completely lost consciousness. He plunged headfirst into the snow, utterly insensible.
"So it really was an avatar." Zuo Qing frowned at the sight.
"Did he attach himself to someone else's body?" Lu Wuwei sat on the vehicle and glanced at the unconscious Leng