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Above Ming Capital.
The scorched earth plowed by the Silver Moon Divine Light Wave reeked of blood and the acrid stench of Soul Power burns.
Not a trace remained of the twelve Level 9 Soul Engineers who had turned to ash.
Only a few spiderweb cracks spread across the ground, while dark red motes of light slowly faded away.
More than sixty guards lay sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from their mouths. They were barely breathing, unable even to groan.
Ju Zi knelt on the scorched earth, her orange-red finery stained with dust and blood.
She braced both hands against the ground, her chest heaving. Every breath brought a twisting pain from deep within her organs.
Her hair had fallen loose, and a few gray-white strands clung to her pale, sweat-beaded face. Nothing remained of her former dignity and composure.
Xu Yunhan knelt on one knee before her, his young, imposing frame leaning slightly forward.
His face was almost translucent with pallor, and cold sweat ran down his temples. Yet his back remained straight, his eyes fixed on Long Zhanye in the sky with murderous intent.
Long Zhanye slowly descended. His slender girl's body drifted down like a white feather, landing lightly and calmly on the scorched earth.
His gaze swept over the ravaged battlefield before settling on mother and son.
He took a step forward. The sound of his footfall was almost inaudible, yet it struck Xu Yunhan's heart like a heavy hammer.
Xu Yunhan straightened sharply. The third eye of the Three-Eyed White Tiger flared, sending a mental pulse toward Long Zhanye.
Long Zhanye neither dodged nor broke stride.
The pulse shattered on its own three feet from him and dissipated.
"You're no match for me. Stop this pointless resistance."