In the darkness.
The scattered remains sent a chill through Xu Xuan's heart. Looking closely, he saw that they seemed to have died without a sound, slaughtered in an instant. Dark red magical light still flickered in and out of existence around their wounds.
What exactly was it? It doesn't seem to be at the Purple Mansion tier, but anything capable of slaughtering all these Heavenly Soldiers in an instant must have formidable means.
Though he had spent only half a day with these Heavenly Soldiers, they had still been his subordinates. Their senseless deaths inevitably stirred some anger in him.
He summoned thunderfire and burned all their bodies to ashes. Seated atop the Thunder Chariot, Xu Xuan's qilin Dao markings shone brilliantly on his chest. He gathered lightning into a whip and gave a sharp command. The six Heavenly Horses immediately broke into a gallop.
The farther he traveled outward, the thinner the darkness became. He could make out faint golden-white light illuminating its boundary. That was Venus, and Xu Xuan headed toward it.
The Thunder Chariot sped onward, now far from that thunder prison and traveling west. Suddenly, a streak of crimson lightning rose and formed a celestial bridge.
A man clad in heavy crimson armor appeared atop it, with wings on his back and dragon horns on his forehead. He was swinging a great black halberd, locked in battle with something.
A Spirit Thunder Envoy. Dragonkin from the Western Expanse.
Xu Xuan drove toward him. They were colleagues, after all; he ought to see what was happening.
Crimson lightning raced forth, clashing with dense bloodlight. The man roared and swelled in size, crimson scales forming over his body. Now twice a man's height, he swung his great halberd, sending crimson lightning coursing out to pin down that