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Two chapters today, 3,000 words each.
Interwoven gold and blue light flickered ceaselessly in the void, like a dazzling fireworks display that would never end.
Yet that splendor could not withstand the erosion of time. After a long while, the light gradually dimmed until it vanished without a trace.
When the blinding radiance had completely dispersed, the Ten-Thousand-Blade Wind Roc floated in the void, barely breathing, its former majesty utterly gone.
Its Lingyu, once glittering like gold, had lost all their luster, dull as old relics shrouded in dust.
Ice crystals had slashed its body in numerous places. Wounds crisscrossed it like a dense spiderweb, and golden blood streamed from them.
Every drop that fell into the void instantly became a ball of golden flame, blazing briefly in the darkness.
Then, like sparks struggling on the brink of death, they flickered several times before finally turning to ash and vanishing into the boundless void.
The Ten-Thousand-Blade Wind Roc had been formed from the Peng Emperor's essence, energy, and spirit. Now, the loss of its vital blood was like tearing out its foundations, drastically weakening it.
The already gravely wounded Peng Emperor looked even more debilitated, as though a gentle breeze could knock it down.
By contrast, although thin trickles of blue blood seeped from the Tianya Ice Soul Saint Dragon's body, and even a fine crack had appeared on its horn,
it was still far better off than the Ten-Thousand-Blade Wind Roc, like a towering giant standing unshaken amid a raging storm.
"It's time to end this."
Lu Xueqi's gaze abruptly turned cold. Frosty radiance burst from the tip of the Skyya Sword in her hand, exuding a bone-deep chill that seemed capable of freezing everything in existence.
Her ringing cry rose