A phantom door suddenly appeared on the high platform. Yu Sheng then pushed it open and walked out with Eileen.
A white shadow came flying at him—a familiar headbutt, a familiar steel hug, and a familiar five-speed electric fan.
Huli was overjoyed. She jumped up and down while gripping Yu Sheng's arm and shaking it with enough force to pull his tendons apart. "Benefactor, benefactor, benefactor! It's over! That pile of stuff has finally quieted down!"
Fortunately, Yu Sheng's physical fitness had improved dramatically. Although he still died from unexplained AOE attacks for all sorts of reasons, at least Huli could no longer kill him with a single headbutt. He easily held down the Great Demon Fox's head, pulled his arm out of her embrace, and looked around.
A row of mass-produced dolls with dead-fish eyes stood dazed on the high platform, where the smoke of battle had yet to disperse. All of them had suffered injuries to some extent, and their numbers had been reduced by roughly a third. Eileen immediately ran over and began weaving among the mass-produced dolls, apparently checking the damage to the remaining mass-produced bodies.
Luna was leisurely wiping the blade of her finger knife nearby with a strip of cloth torn from a nun's skirt. She looked like a psychopathic killer with childhood trauma—or one who specialized in giving other people childhood trauma.
The pure-white dragon—Baili Qing—still maintained her dragon form. She lay at the edge of the platform with her eyes closed, resting. Several obvious and frightening wounds marked her body, but every one of them was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yu Sheng turned his head again and saw that all the shadowy black tide inside and outside the temple had vanished. Amid the devastated ruins, only the