"Wang San, go in peace..."
Boom...
An explosion rang out behind him. Bal Rakshasa's body exploded outright, dust billowing into the air as he vanished without a trace.
"Phantom Seven Hands, Phantom Stars, I'll send you on your way."
Hong Batian raised his right hand and flicked Helen's head. A crisp sound rang out, and Helen's head was effortlessly blasted into powder by that single flick.
"Strange, but nothing more than that..."
Hong Batian said disdainfully. He then lowered his hand and stood alone in midair, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings.
"Young Master, what exactly happened?"
Figures continuously gathered around Cang Yun. Seeing him covered in blood, they were all shocked.
"Something has changed in the Cloud Mist Secret Realm. The trial is over. Gather everyone else here and wait for the secret realm to open."
Cang Yun spoke weakly, and the others all nodded. Since the Young Master said the secret realm trial was over, then it was over.
The vast majority within the secret realm were members of the Ancient Royal Clan. Among the younger generation, aside from those two, all regarded Cang Yun as their leader.
Therefore, they had to heed Cang Yun's words.
Whether in background or strength, Cang Yun belonged to the very top tier of the Ancient Royal Clan.
"Wang San..."
Cang Yun knelt on the ground as scene after scene flashed through his mind—memories of him and Wang San.
Having lived this long, he had always lived freely and unrestrainedly. He had thought the world was nothing more than that.
Yet this time, he had watched with his own eyes as his friend died saving him, watched his friend self-destruct rather than be corrupted by the strange entity.
This was the first time someone had died for him.
His heart hurt. It