She tidied his ink hair, took his hand, and found it icy cold.
It seemed she remembered, he no longer had a soul.
She sat next to him blankly for a long time, and when she saw the sword wound on his chest that had yet to heal, the weak Spiritual Energy within the man in black was dispersing from the wound.
Lan Xi's heart constricted, as if restrained by a massive hand, her gaze fixed on that wound, her eyes growing colder and more fierce.
At the boundary between the Great Desolation Mountain and the Demon Realm.
The Heavenly soldiers and Demon Soldiers fought fiercely, the scene bloody and brutal.
As the mutual slaughter reached its peak amidst chaos, a wave of white Sword Qi, like a fierce wind, swept across the battlefield.
Then, a woman in white snowy clothes appeared in everyone's sight. Amid petrified gazes, all the Demon Soldiers were blown away by the Sword Qi, sent flying back to the borders of the Demon Realm.
