Humm-
With a soft sound.
The blood-colored curtain of light over the valley rapidly receded like an ebbing tide.
The white star skiff trapped within it, along with the figures on its deck, finally emerged beneath the night sky again.
"Hah... hah..."
At the very front of the deck.
Zhou Yan held her longsword, her stern face now somewhat pale and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
She panted in short breaths, her chest heaving violently.
Clearly, the relentless charges and defensive maneuvers had taken a particularly heavy toll on her.
And behind her.
Zhao Gang, Sun Yang, and Lu Ling were in an even sorrier state.
Their faces were white as paper, their spiritual energy nearly exhausted as they stared in bewilderment at the suddenly dispersed formation and the night sky that had reappeared.
"What happened?"
"The formation... broke?"
Sun Yang muttered in disbelief.
As their leader, Zhou Yan had the keenest senses.
The instant the formation dispersed, she showed no joy. Instead, her brow furrowed even more tightly.
Because she could sense-
Wisps of blood energy that had yet to fully dissipate drifting through the open air, along with several dense traces of vitality that had just collapsed!
Those were phenomena unique to the deaths of Eternal Life Realm experts!
"They're dead?"
A flicker of confusion crossed Zhou Yan's eyes. "Did the Soulbirth Sect turn on each other?"
But she quickly suppressed that confusion.
Demonic cultivators had always been deranged and unpredictable.
Who knew what had gone wrong with those lunatics? Perhaps they had killed each other over an unequal split of the spoils.
"They definitely turned on each other!"
Lu Ling's eyes shone with the relief of surviving a brush with death:
"They must have failed to agree on how to divide the haul afterward!