Moon Demon God, Agares

Situ Xuan withdrew his finger, turned around, and walked toward Vassago. His steps were steady, treading through the void as if every footfall landed on solid ground. Wounds covered his body, and his clothes had already been shredded into strips, but his back was ramrod straight, his head held high.

Vassago stood there, the lingering golden streak reflected in his orange-red eyes, the smile on his face gentle and calm.

Situ Xuan walked up to him and stopped.

"Let's go."

Vassago nodded and lightly swept his right hand through the void. Starlight fell from the sky, enveloping them both.

The starlight faded. Their figures vanished from the skies above Dragon Imperial Pass.

Long Tianyin stood where he was, staring at the golden streak in silence for a long time. Then he turned around, looked at the knights on the city wall, and spoke.

"Repair the defensive array. Treat the wounded."

His voice was calm and steady, as if nothing had happened just now.

The knights recovered from their shock and began to busy themselves.

Long Xingyu stood beside the shattered city wall, staring at the golden streak in silence for a long time.

"Father."

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I should have died to that slash."

Long Tianyin did not answer. He only looked at the golden streak and remained silent. That golden streak hung in the sky, refusing to disperse for a long, long time, like a scar carved into the firmament, never to heal.

Having just returned to the Star Demon Clan's territory, Situ Xuan and Vassago, both satisfied from the fight, wore smiles as they entered the palace. Most of the wounds on Situ Xuan's body had already healed under the recovery power of the Six-Turn Golden Body, leaving only a few faint red marks. Though