The sky was so blue, as though all the white clouds had vanished.
Far away, Qin Shi Huang, still on his return journey to Xianyang, was suddenly struck by a sense of disorientation. He rubbed his eyes and involuntarily looked westward, his heart feeling strangely hollow, as if he had lost something.
Wen Ju was still standing there when his legs suddenly gave way, and he dropped to his knees.
The blood-red hue above the rainforest had already faded away, as though it had never existed.
Wen Ju knelt there with his mouth open and empty eyes, watching the last trace of Ji Chao's ashes drift through the air. Tears had begun to fall without his realizing it, yet he made no sound.
Taotie's corpse lay in the distance, decaying at an astonishing rate. Before long, nothing but a skeleton remained.
Elsewhere lay the unconscious elf. All its magic had been plundered; although it would soon replenish itself, Ji Chao's palm strike had been exceedingly heavy. The elf likely would not wake anytime soon.
Wen Ju lowered his head and muttered to himself.
"My lord."
He remained kneeling there, surrounded by the remaining corpses of the foreign races, shaking his head slightly without awareness. For a long time, he could not come back to himself.
It was not until the horizon once more took on a red untainted by blood that the searing pain in his chest and abdomen finally jolted him awake.
"Ugh—" He gurgled a few times before vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Having been struck by an impact wave of that magnitude, how could Wen Ju, with his mortal flesh, possibly have escaped unscathed?
He was already injured, and badly at that. His internal organs were likely a complete mess by now.
Wiping the blood from the