Philly and Niya supported Ash and Vishy as they left the fire exit and reached the eighth floor of the building. The moment they stepped out, they saw the corridor packed with Star-Flicking Warriors, Bloodfury Hunters, and Wolf Beasts. But the Six Kingdoms Legion merely glanced at them and made no other move, continuing to stare blankly upward. Still, if they dared to take the chance to launch a sneak attack, the Six Kingdoms Legion probably wouldn't just stand there stupidly and take the beating.
But even a brief opening to heal was already precious beyond measure. They slipped into a corner of a nearby Piano Store and lay down. As Ash treated his spine, he checked Vishy's injuries.
Vishy could no longer move at all. She was like a doll held in Ash's arms, with vast areas of muscle torn apart, her force-bearing joints cracked, and the bones in her arms shattered. If not for Joy Sword keeping her alive, her heart would have collapsed under the strain long ago.
She had probably set a record no one before or after her would ever match: resisting a legendary killing move with a mortal body. Her Void Wings had all snapped, her Spell Power had completely evaporated, and she had relied purely on technique to block dozens of space-ripping bullets powerful enough to pierce a Holy Domain. Even Tama Hill couldn't have done such a thing—though Tama Hill represented the pinnacle of mortals, Vishy was an ancient Demigod who had fallen into mortality. "Well done," Ash said blandly.
"I hope you can still say that later." Vishy's tone was lazy. She stared fixedly upward, paying no mind to her own injuries. "It's about to begin." Niya gripped her sword and stood with her back to them, guarding the only gap