By the time the Heaven Dou Army retreated to the rear camp, dusk had fallen. Campfires dotted the grounds, yet they could not conceal the groans of wounded soldiers throughout the camp. Lin Zhixia followed the troops, her gaze sweeping over soldiers with severed limbs and bloodstained bodies, her heart tightening. She caught sight of Yu Xiaogang's left arm wrapped in thick bandages, blood seeping through the white gauze, and could not help stopping.
"How is Teacher's injury?" Tang San hurried to Flender's side, his tone urgent. Flender sighed, his brows tightly furrowed. "He was caught in the aftershock of Light Feather Douluo's invisible arrows. The wound is quite deep, and he's expended a great deal of Soul Power as well."
Lin Zhixia's fingertips clenched until they turned white, the remaining forty percent of her Soul Power churning through her meridians. She looked up at the night sky. The sky, which had been drizzling moments ago, had unexpectedly cleared, and starlight pierced through the clouds as if lending her strength. It's worth it. She murmured softly, then turned and walked toward the open ground at the center of the camp. The Star Orbit Shadow Wing behind her suddenly spread open, its silver-blue starlight particularly dazzling in the night.
"What is she doing?" Ma Hongjun looked into the sky in confusion. Lin Zhixia flapped her wings and soared upward, the spirit rings around her body suddenly lighting up—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, red! No—looking closer, her first three spirit rings had long ceased to be their original yellow. After being enhanced by the divine bestowment reward by five hundred years, they had become rich purple Thousand Year Spirit Rings. Her fourth and fifth spirit rings were deep black Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, just five thousand years short