The killing intent within the mine had yet to fully dissipate. Frost and Purple Smoke mingled with the stench of blood, forming the brutal tableau unique to the aftermath of battle.
Xiao Hongchen was the first to break the silence. He strode to the still-operating honeycomb-shaped Soul Tool, rapidly tapping several nodes with his fingers. The force field quietly dissipated. Barely able to contain his excitement, he turned to Ji Juechen. "Did you see that? The data feedback was perfect! Under the dual interference of the Eternal Frost Domain and Purple Smoke, the stability of the Myriad Machines Domain was seventeen percent higher than in the laboratory! And the points where those swords of yours landed..."
He practically danced as he gestured, trying to recreate Ji Juechen's seemingly simple yet incomparably precise sword trajectory. Completely immersed in the joy of a technical breakthrough, he temporarily cast their earlier friction aside.
Jing Ziyan rolled her eyes at him irritably, dispersing the Purple Smoke around her before patting nonexistent dust from herself. "Hey, show-off, stop obsessing over your data. Hurry up and clean this place up. I don't want to stay in this damned place for another second." As she spoke, she naturally walked over to Ji Juechen's side and carefully looked him over. "Wooden Head, you weren't hurt, were you?"
Ji Juechen shook his head, but his gaze fell upon Huo Yuhao, who was carefully examining the Soul Emperor's corpse.
Huo Yuhao's brows were tightly furrowed. Golden light flickered in his Spiritual Eye; he was clearly using some kind of Spirit Detection soul skill for an in-depth analysis. He removed a black token of unusual material from the Soul Emperor's robes. Twisted runes were carved upon it, and it faintly radiated an ominous aura.
"This isn't an ordinary Shadow Flow token."