He could sense no limit.
This had been nothing more than a casual wave of his hand.
The rear cabin stayed quiet for a long time.
Tan Lei recovered first, his voice trembling.
"My leg injury's healed."
"What?"
"An old wound. A demonic beast bit me during the Demonic Calamity. There were fragments stuck in the bone that I could never get out."
Tan Lei spoke faster and faster.
"They're gone. The fragments are gone. Even the scar—"
"Shut up," Zhou Ye cut him off.
Zhou Ye's own voice was trembling too.
Once the gray-black demonic qi had completely cleared from the stump of his missing arm, the dull ache that had lingered for years vanished. The ends of his meridians had never felt so unobstructed.
Seventeen people.
Seventeen people who had clawed their way out of the Spirit Sword Pavilion's ruins with their lives.
In those few breaths, every hidden injury and lingering ailment in their bodies had been swept clean.
No one behind the partition door spoke again.
Everyone's breathing had changed.
Heavier.
Rougher.
They sank into a long silence.
At the Control Panel, Zhou Xuan opened his eyes.
It was an entirely ordinary movement.
Zhou Xuan raised a hand and pressed it against the Control Panel, pouring spiritual power into it. The Apocalypse immediately stopped jolting, smoothly adjusted his course, and descended along the edge of the Northern Lands' wind and snow.
Ahead, the outline of Jade Dragon City emerged through a gap in the clouds.
The golden light of the thousand-foot Divine Statue was faintly visible.
Zhou Xuan rolled his neck. His joints cracked twice.
Zhou Xuan stood up.
His movements and footsteps were no different from usual. Even the fluctuations of spiritual power around him... seemed utterly ordinary.
Zhou Xuan released no pressure.
Not a