The gunfire fell silent, the muzzle flashes died away, and apart from the faint lingering smell of burning chemicals before the Sacrificial Hall, no other trace remained to prove what had just happened there.
Those elite soldiers of the Mo Household's private army had lost their lives between breaths, could breathe no more, and had become corpses that still held a little warmth.
Those corpses were all in well-hidden places, such as among the dunes, and would be difficult even to find.
Jing Jiu had promised the Priestess to kill fewer people.
Apart from the two beside that distant tree, he had only drawn his sword against those who wanted to kill him.
He had left every pilot and support worker inside the Aircraft untouched, only destroying the engines.
A skyful of stars shone over the Sacrificial Hall, and the few stars that represented warships grew brighter and brighter.
Before Mr. Xia saw those pillars of light, Jing Jiu sensed something amiss, reached back to seize Zhong Lizi by the collar of her Ritual Garments, and pushed her back into the Sacrificial Hall.
Amid a shriek of displaced air, Zhong Lizi flew backward, her eyes wide and her face filled with terror, yet, quite remarkably, she made no sound.
Jiang Yuxia, standing above the Stone Steps, had no time to react at all. The dozen or so bishops had attained success in their cultivation, but even they dared not intercept her head-on and hurried out of the way.
The shriek through the air continued as Zhong Lizi flew through the Sacrificial Hall's main entrance, across its vast interior stretching several thousand meters, and into its deepest reaches, finally landing against that sky-like gray curtain, looking like a butterfly caught in a spiderweb.
The gray curtain was almost perfectly smooth. She