A cultivator from Great Xun saw his dead elder brother.
In the Great Qian army, someone knelt on the ground and called out for his father.
The Divine Souls could not answer. They lingered for a few breaths, then faded one after another.
The weeping that had weighed upon the Red Sand Plains finally ceased. Motian Xing's face darkened.
With that single move, Su Yueli had severed his connection to the souls of the dead.
The power he had already absorbed remained.
But the resentment outside his body could no longer replenish it.
"You've lived all these years and learned quite a few things."
Motian Xing took a step back. "But do you think that's enough to kill me?"
Su Yueli said nothing. She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and struck.
Her punch pierced straight through Motian Xing's abdomen from a distance.
Without resentment to replenish him, the wound healed much more slowly.
Motian Xing looked down at it. For the first time, a grave look appeared in his eyes.
I can't keep fighting. Not now, at least.
He was only one step from the Fifteenth Realm. There was no need to fight Su Yueli to the death here.
At that thought, Motian Xing suddenly raised a hand and clawed at the ground below the Red Sand Plains.
The weapons left by the fallen rose together. Broken blades, swords, and magical artifacts filled the air, blocking her view.
Su Yueli swept them aside with a punch, but Motian Xing had already fled northeast. "Don't you want to kill me?"
His voice came from far away. "Then keep up."
Su Yueli frowned, but did not hesitate. She gave chase.
Their two auras left the Red Sand Plains in quick succession, and the force weighing on everyone's hearts finally vanished.
Yet