"Miss Hu!"
Su Shi'er frowned, forcibly steadying himself in midair.
But before he could strike again, Xuan Shi's voice sounded beside his ear.
"Don't worry. You'll soon... be joining her on the road!"
As his voice rang out, a half-moon of blackness appeared out of nowhere behind Su Shi'er.
Xuan Shi stepped out from it, his five fingers curled into claws as he struck straight for Su Shi'er's back.
Within his palm, pitch-black Demonic Essence intertwined, condensing into a crescent mark the size of a thumb.
Though the mark was small, it radiated a soul-chilling spiritual aura.
This strike did not target merely the physical body—it had also locked onto Su Shi'er's divine soul within his sea of consciousness.
At his peak, Su Shi'er naturally would not have feared it.
But now, his divine soul had suffered one injury after another, while his physical body was at its weakest.
Xuan Shi's move was truly vicious.
At the threshold of life and death.
Yet not a trace of panic appeared on Su Shi'er's face.
Instead, the corners of his lips curled faintly upward.
"Hm?"
Xuan Shi's heart jolted.
Before he could figure out what was happening.
Su Shi'er's figure before him suddenly scattered into starlight that filled the sky.
"An afterimage?"
"No! It's an illusion created by an array!"
Xuan Shi's expression shifted slightly.
His divine sense spread swiftly, sweeping across the surroundings.
Only then did he see that, at the locations where the nine Array Flags had exploded earlier, wisps of starlight as fine as hair were still sinking deep into the earth.
What had exploded were merely the Array Flags themselves.
But the stellar restriction triggered by the Array Flags had not truly dissipated.
"Your reaction was not slow, Marquis, but unfortunately... you're too late!"
Su Shi'er's voice sounded