The black robe had shattered, and Ruru had been defeated as well.
The method to break the situation lay within it.
Gu Xingjian aimed at the bloody, mangled back and extended his hand, the one that would settle the dust. He reached for the countless fine threads, about to become the next controller.
However, at that moment, a sharp, chilling aura suddenly struck from behind without warning. It was so fast that even he was somewhat unable to react in time.
At the critical moment, Gu Xingjian frowned sharply, immediately withdrew his hand, and seized Wei Guang, who was half-kneeling beside Ruru, dragging him behind himself.
"Thud!"
Wei Guang fell in response. His already severely wounded body could not withstand any further attack.
Gu Xingjian slowly turned around and looked at Wei Guang on the ground. At that moment, Wei Guang's entire face rapidly withered and shriveled, as though every drop of moisture in his body had been drained away. He had become a dried corpse.
Behind Wei Guang's corpse, Fang Shenyan's strange white eyes remained fixed firmly on Gu Xingjian. A terrifying current of air filled the space between them.
Just as Gu Xingjian had said when he first arrived, he had learned from the past. He would not overlook the possibility of failure when success was within reach.
This time, it had clearly saved his life.
Gu Xingjian had never underestimated Fang Shenyan, but he had not expected that Fang Shenyan, who should have long since been at the end of his strength, would still possess the ability to kill him under such circumstances.
The next second, Gu Xingjian's right eye also turned the same milky white as Fang Shenyan's. An identical, even more powerful current of air not only scattered Fang Shenyan's attack, but directly enveloped him.