That familiar form of address heralded their reunion.
Han Su was momentarily dazed. He didn't know whether Miss Ai had remembered something or was simply teasing him.
But that familiar memory struck straight at his heart.
He abruptly turned around and looked toward Zero-Sum City, ablaze with lights, but he couldn't see Miss Ai anywhere.
Just as before, Miss Ai had hidden herself away. Even the Abyss that had been carved out of Zero-Sum City had already been filled in.
There were hardly any living people left on this battlefield. Only the Shadow Creatures that had escaped from the Abyss roamed and howled. The battlefield was a sea of scarlet, blood flowed everywhere, and the surroundings lay empty and silent beneath a suffocating gloom.
Beside him, Lu Xiaoba, Lu Neng, and Pot Lid Head Chen Ji slowly stopped fighting and straightened up, breathing slightly hard.
Across from them, Chao Xiaobei, Song Yushi, Lan Huiguo, Meng Qingtong, and the others cautiously reined in their Mental Power. The two sides faced one another from less than twenty meters apart.
Their eyes were filled with curiosity and scrutiny, as well as a faint excitement and a mysterious sense of destiny. They seemed clearly divided, yet as if they could trade places at any moment.
Then, all at once, they turned to look at a corner of the battlefield.
There stood three or four surviving Red-robed Grand Sacrifices, along with the elderly man in the Zhongshan suit at the center, his young secretary, and Dr. Han.
The old man in the Zhongshan suit had his back to everyone and was praying devoutly.
The young secretary was trembling as he stared at the demons, who looked as though they had been hauled out of a pool of blood.
It was only then that Han Su