All Four at Once

Situ Xuan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and stepped through the air, walking toward Vassago in the distance. His pace was very slow. Each step landed in the void, sending faint ripples through the air, as if invisible stairs were holding up his body.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and threw out a sentence without even looking back.

"The Warrior Temple is seriously trash."

His voice was not loud, but on this stretch of wall that had been emptied by battle, every word rang clear as a knife scraping across glass, entering everyone's ears.

The warriors on the wall froze.

Some held swords, some held shields, and some supported their injured companions. Their faces were filled with shock, fear, anger, unwillingness, all kinds of complicated emotions tangled together, but no one dared to speak, no one dared to rush forward, and no one dared to make the slightest sound.

Ren Wokuang, collapsed in Qiu Yonghao's arms, heard those words, and his blood-red eyes suddenly widened. His body jerked violently. He braced both hands against the ground and tried to stand, but as soon as his arms straightened, they went soft, and his whole body fell back down again. His mouth opened, releasing a hoarse, beastlike growl.

"I swear I'll be your mortal enemy!"

But his voice was too low, so low only Qiu Yonghao could hear it.

Qiu Yonghao said nothing. He lay on the ground, staring up at the gray-yellow sky, one arm still around Ren Wokuang, his eyes calm and deep. There was no expression on his face, no anger, no unwillingness, no shame, only a steadiness no one could see through.

Situ Xuan did not turn back.

He walked step by step through the void, heading in Vassago's direction. His back looked lonely and cold