The smile on Qian Yuhan's face froze.
Deep within the ruins, the shattered ground trembled faintly.
A thread of silver light seeped from the crack.
Then came a second.
A third.
The broken rock layers slowly parted.
A silver-haired figure rose from the depths of the earth.
Gu Yuena.
She was indeed injured.
The wound on her shoulder, cleaved open by the Angel Sacred Sword, was still bleeding.
Her silver-white gown was badly torn, and the edges of her once-solid body flickered faintly, like a reflection that could be scattered by the wind at any moment.
But that was all.
She wasn't dying, wasn't severely wounded, and hadn't lost her ability to fight.
That strike had indeed been powerful—powerful enough that this avatar had nearly failed to hold together.
But it was still far from truly killing her.
The cheers that had just erupted in the distance abruptly stopped.
The wild joy on the faces of the human army gradually froze.
Qian Yuhan gripped the Angel Sacred Sword, and her expression slowly darkened as well.
Gu Yuena didn't attack immediately.
She merely raised her head and looked at the woman in the sky whose six-winged remnant radiance still shone brilliantly.
"Even if you defeat me,"
Gu Yuena's voice wasn't loud, and was even rather calm. "Then what?"
Qian Yuhan frowned.
The next moment—
Snap.
In the distance, an area still emitting golden light within Eternal Night suddenly went dark.
It was a city.
There was no explosion, no Soul Beasts attacking the city, and Gu Yuena hadn't made a move.
The Soul Masters maintaining the Holy Light above the city had simply exhausted their last trace of strength.
The light barrier went out. Darkness surged in from every direction like a tide, swallowing the entire city in an instant.
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