Silence filled the ruins.
As mentioned before, the girl had already reached her limit. Every extra second she remained standing was a miracle.
After burning through her life to unleash one last strike and kill the Abyss Lector, she could no longer hold on and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Aether fell silent.
Having traveled through countless worlds and lived for untold years, he would not fly into a rage over the loss of a subordinate.
By his age, he had already experienced far too much.
To him, the Abyss Lector was a capable subordinate, and saving him would naturally have been ideal.
But since the Abyss Lector was already dead, he would not rage over something that could no longer be undone.
Aether's expression was conflicted as he lowered his head to look at the unconscious girl lying in a pool of blood at his feet.
Honestly, if she had still been standing before him, he really would have killed her.
But her internal organs, meridians, and muscles were all damaged.
The tendons in her left hand were severed, every finger was dislocated, and the muscles in her hand and shoulder had torn apart, exposing stark white bone.
Her abdominal muscles had ruptured, and her severely damaged organs were even visible through the wound.
She had already reached her limit, but if she had received treatment then, she might still have had a chance to survive.
Yet she had insisted on burning away the last of her life to unleash her remaining strength in a thunderous strike that killed the Abyss Lector.
That strike had worsened her injuries and exhausted the last of her vitality and strength.
Now her breathing was barely perceptible, her face deathly pale. Blood poured from her torn wounds, leaving her on the