By now, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui also realized that something was wrong.
They exchanged a glance, then turned and fled without the slightest hesitation.
Their retreat was so swift and decisive that they did not even leave behind a single threat.
Ye Xishui's sea of blood contracted into a thin, dark-red thread that wound around her body. Long Xiaoyao's Dark Saint Dragon shrank back into a shadow, and the two streaked southwest, one behind the other.
Mu En did not let them go.
She gave chase, spreading her golden wings. A pillar of light pierced the sky and struck Long Xiaoyao squarely in the back.
Long Xiaoyao grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood, the impact sending her plummeting hundreds of meters.
Ye Xishui glanced back and gritted her teeth. In the end, she did not stop, instead speeding up to escape.
Mu En pursued them for a while, then watched the pair vanish beyond the horizon before folding her wings and hovering in place.
She did not pursue them any farther.
Long Xiaoyao was gravely injured. She would not recover without three to five years.
A Limit Douluo was difficult to kill. Inflicting severe injuries was enough.
She turned and flew back to the Shrek students, landing in front of the group.
She looked at Xuan Zi, who had already withdrawn her martial soul. Her gaze lingered on Xuan Zi for two seconds before she gave a slight nod.
Xuan Zi met her gaze and grinned.
There was a deep sense of gratification in Mu En's eyes.
The academy was truly flourishing now, rising higher by the day.
She walked up to Xuan Zi and said nothing, merely reaching out to pat her shoulder.
Then Xuan Zi suddenly spoke.
"Martial Aunt, aside from gaining some insight, there