Before long, Sky Sword had devoured the stone tablet clean, dusted off his hands, and stood up.
Looking at the corpse of that Middle True God, a trace of helplessness surfaced in his heroic, piercing eyes...
Everything that had happened before him went against his nature.
But since he had set foot on this path, his convictions had turned to iron, and there was no possibility of the slightest wavering. Everything he did was for the sake of his goal. Any obstacle along the way would be cut down without mercy!
"From a broad perspective, you... could be considered sacrifices made for this broken ship," he murmured.
Just as he was preparing to leave, an extremely faint and fragile voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Save... save me..."
Hearing the voice, a glint flashed through Sky Sword's eyes, and he furrowed his brows.
He spun around and saw a small hole appear in the wall. A faint voice was coming through that very hole.
"An advanced Breath Concealment Art? Or a special treasure that conceals one's aura?"
With his keen powers of observation, if there had been a living person inside the wall on the other side of the shaft, he could not possibly have missed her—unless her concealment method was extraordinarily ingenious.
As he turned, a trace of killing intent surfaced in his eyes. He casually slapped the wall.
The wall collapsed...
There was a half-person-high space within the wall's hollow layer. Inside it, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl was curled up.
The girl wore a piece of thin gauze. She hugged her legs and trembled, with numerous scrapes on her arms and legs and a thick layer of dust covering her. Her face was exceptionally beautiful and adorable, especially those unusually large eyes. Yet her pupils were dull,