Su Youyi's tattered robes still clung to her, and the eerie chill surrounding her seemed to bypass mana defenses, directly affecting her body which had started to stiffen.
Tossing aside the broken sword in her hand, Su Youyi snatched the sword sheath floating beside her; this object was much more powerful than the Spirit Sword. The sword sheath, now held by Su Youyi, did not resist and tried its best to cooperate with her.
"Are you done speaking?"
The trembling mountain had ceased, and Cang Dong, whose Divine Soul had partially fused with his body, took a deep breath. It had been millions of years since he breathed fresh air, and this was his first taste of freedom in just as long.
"If your last words are finished, then allow me to escort you on your final journey. Consider it my thanks for liberating me from my seal!"
