The Demon Flower Evil Lord was, after all, only a wisp of lingering will, and the newcomer had held nothing back in that strike.
Bang! The flower silhouette exploded, and the Demon Flower Evil Lord's entire phantom scattered into billions of silver-purple petals.
The eerie glow in Yun Shuanghua's eyes abruptly broke off. He shuddered, and every sound around him flooded back into his Sea of Consciousness.
A direct-line prodigy raised by the Longevity Immortal Clan could never truly be some innocent fool without a single precaution, however gentle his temperament. The instant his mind cleared, he shot backward.
"Yun Zui! Go!"
Yun Zui had been waiting for this moment. Both of them flew backward at once.
Just then, a figure stepped slowly out of the torn Void Rift.
Double Pupils, a Mystic Robe, and the Long Spear in hand.
Yun Zui's and Yun Shuanghua's eyes lit up.
"Eldest Brother!"
Four pupil rings shone in overlapping layers, and the Radiant Sun Divine Flame around him had yet to disperse. Looking at his younger brother and sister, who were still more or less unharmed, Yun Qing nodded slightly and let out a deep inward sigh of relief.
Behind him, Yun Guihe's gaze kept sweeping their surroundings. When he saw the ruined flower field surrounded by Demon Deer, and the two youngsters still standing there unharmed, tears nearly streamed down his aged face.
"Shuanghua!"
Thank goodness he was all right. Thank goodness. Heaven knew how many worst-case scenarios had flashed through his mind as he rushed here. If anything had happened to this child, if the last bloodline Yun Hong had left behind had perished here because Yun Guihe had brought him to see the flowers on a whim, Yun Guihe simply dared not think any further.
"Uncle."
Yun Shuanghua looked back.