Across a distance of tens of millions of miles.
It arrived in an instant.
That sword strike was far too swift and fierce.
Which was why
this Grand Priest, who boasted that he ranked among the top in the world—if he claimed second, no one dared claim first—had been so horrified.
What kind of sword strike was that?
It was so fast that he could not react.
So fast that he saw only a streak of white sword light.
Then came a muffled slash—or perhaps there was no sound at all.
He only felt a pain in his neck. Then his head spun through the air and fell to the ground.
Zhang Butong immediately could no longer sustain his Ghost Domain and withdrew it. At the same time, drenched in sweat, he dropped to one knee and gasped for breath.
Excessively overdrawn anomalous energy left his entire body aching, while his head throbbed with excruciating pain.
"Zhang Butong!"
The moment Ren Yuemian steadied herself, she saw Zhang Butong covered in wounds.
She hurried over, wanting to help him up, but with injuries all over his body, she did not know where to place her hands. She feared that one wrong move would worsen his injuries.
Zhang Butong adjusted his breathing. "I'm fine. Once we get back, these injuries will heal quickly."
He was not merely trying to reassure her.
As long as they could return, a short stay in a medical pod would be enough. External injuries like these, without fractures, missing limbs, or any damage involving the mind or soul, were the easiest to treat.
"It's good that you're all right. It's good that you're all right."
Seeing Zhang Butong, Ren Yuemian finally relaxed her nerves, which had been taut all this time.
In this world where faith was