The next instant—
Boom!
The massive, mountain-like dragon body collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The Abyssal Fire burning across the sky was completely extinguished in that same instant.
Jingliu sheathed her sword.
She did not even look back at the fallen dragon body, as if it were nothing more than some trivial matter.
Under the moonlight, her figure remained cold and aloof, solitary and proud.
Those crimson eyes were covered once more by her blindfold, and that cool, stunning face still held no expression whatsoever.
Marivik stood rooted to the spot, dazed, the greatsword in her hand nearly slipping free.
She looked at the fallen dragon body in the distance, then at that cold, distant figure, and her mind went blank.
One strike...
Just one strike...
The Fire Dragon King that had left her helpless, the ancient being that all of Natlan had barely managed to defeat only after exhausting its strength, the creature that had grown even stronger after being eroded by the Abyss, had just...
Been killed instantly?
Skirk was just as stunned.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that she could not utter a single word.
That chill, that chill even denser than her master's... So it had not been an illusion.
This woman could actually turn her sword intent directly into a domain. Just what kind of terrifying existence was she?!
The three Three Moon Goddesses exchanged looks, their eyes filled with disbelief.
This woman... Just who was she?
Were people from outside Teyvat all this terrifying?
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared beside Jingliu.
Mo Wang looked at the Fire Dragon King that had already been dealt with and could not help letting out a whistle. "Oh? This side was settled that quickly? I was planning to come over and