Bang!
A deafening explosion tore through the silence before them. The void shattered like glass, scattering fragments in every direction.
In Wuyue's eyes, Dongfang Yun's head exploded as well. There was no blood, only golden sparks scattering like fireflies.
Even his body toppled backward. The instant it touched the ground, it returned to its true form... a field of chaos, like the primordial world before heaven and earth had taken shape.
"Pathetic. And you dared stand in my way..."
Wuyue let out a furious, startled roar. Her voice mingled with a woman's and some inhuman, overlapping echo.
The demon sword in her hand still trembled.
The demonic runes along its blade glowed like molten lava. That strike had gathered all the demonic essence in her remade body, along with the power of the Divine Soul in Wuyue's original body.
It was a strike that could sever karma.
Before the words had left her lips, a sudden change occurred.
The demon sword in her hand burst apart, piece by piece, like snowflakes scattering in the wind.
It hadn't shattered. It had been instantly deconstructed—each fragment turning into the most primitive runes the moment it separated from the blade.
The runes struggled and flickered in the air, then went dark.
"Clang, clang, clatter!"
The sound of the demon sword hitting the ground echoed through the empty void, unnervingly clear and sharp.
Each fragment struck the ground and stirred a ring of black ripples—the demonic energy's final struggle.
In the blink of an eye, Wuyue froze.
She still held her striking stance, her arm tingling faintly.
A moment ago, the sword she'd swung had been less than half an inch from Dongfang Yun's brow.
Its edge had already grazed the golden light protecting him. Just a little farther, and she would have broken