Xia Yue was enveloped in brilliant silver radiance, her pristine white wings fully unfurled behind her like a swan about to take flight. Her long silver hair danced in the fierce gale, shimmering as though frosted with moonlight—both beautiful and sacred.
The girl raised both hands high, gripping the divine bow that shone with bright lunar brilliance. The bow was crystal clear, its string taut and straight, as if spun from condensed moonlight. Xia Yue's gaze was resolute, without the slightest hesitation, as though she intended to challenge the vault of heaven single-handedly.
Yet Xia Yue knew very well that she was not fighting alone.
Chapter 450