As the Thin Mist Priest lay dying, the remaining half of his pitch-black eyes stared deeply at the weakened Mu Bingge.
"[Abyssal Erosion]'s revenge will not end here. The Tidewater Workshop will pay the price, and you will bring endless calamities upon those around you."
Those curse-like words coiled around her heart like a python.
"I know."
Mu Bingge's expression was cold and stern. Dragging her feet, she slowly but firmly raised her hand.
To finish him off.
The Mirror Blade slashed straight down, cutting across Ye Buyu's vision. For the first time, she glimpsed an expression called pain on Mu Bingge's face.
The mist shrouding everyone's heads dispersed. Daylight broke through, a beam of light piercing the clouds and mist, sweeping away the gloom.
The roar of fighter jets came from afar as they circled beneath the parted clouds, standing amid the radiance.
Sunlight spilled across Mu Bingge's face. It was such warm light, yet Ye Buyu could not make out her expression at that moment.
All she could sense was a faint trace of sadness.
"Mu Bingge, let me heal you. Your arm."
Mu Bingge seemed dazed for a moment before looking at her bloodied arm.
"It's fine. My cells just ruptured because they couldn't withstand the power."
Ye Buyu reached out, but Mu Bingge evaded her hand.
She drew back her injured arm, her lowered lashes casting shadows that concealed her expression.
"You used up quite a lot of energy earlier. Get some rest first."
Ye Buyu paused and looked at her quietly. "Mu Bingge, are you... a little bothered by what he said?"
Mu Bingge instinctively wanted to explain something, but after a moment of silence, she closed her lips.
The person who had always been calm and strong now resembled a traveler caught in the