The Golden Candle Envoy rolled more than ten meters out of the smoke and dust, only stopping when she crashed into a stone bollard beside the tracks.
The Black Box in her arms slammed onto the ground, and a huge crack appeared across its surface.
Thump.
A dull pulse came from inside the box.
The crack in the Black Gate extended with it.
Bai Zhu stood in the middle of the tracks with his blade in hand, his gaze shifting from the Black Box to the woman's abdomen.
A massive tear split open her abdomen. Yet no blood flowed from the wound; only flesh continuously twisted within it.
An ordinary person would have collapsed from an injury like that long ago.
Yet she could still get up.
The sound of rushing water came from behind.
Gela Jiang rode a surfboard out of the smoke, several water cords sweeping low across the ground. Milluki followed close behind, the terminal in his hand already aimed at the Golden Candle Envoy.
Bai Zhu immediately knew that this person was probably one of their targets.
The Golden Candle Envoy pushed herself up against the stone bollard. Without even looking at Bai Zhu, she grabbed the handle on the side of the Black Box and dragged it toward the Black Gate.
Thump.
Another pulse.
The crack in the Black Gate widened, and the red dot inside shifted forward as well.
Bai Zhu immediately frowned.
On the system map, the marker for the Soul King's Pen component was moving.
"Stop!"
Gela Jiang raised a hand, and the water cords twisted toward the Golden Candle Envoy's ankles from both sides.
The Golden Candle Envoy took a step forward.
The water cords missed.
The space where she had been standing seemed to distort for an instant, carrying her