Before the three of them lay nothing but barren wasteland, the air heavy with a lingering Evil Qi and a dense, oppressive sword intent.
Ji Nanjue looked at Su Bei with complex eyes, taking in the scene before her and the scattered bones of hundreds of bandits turned to ash beneath that single sword strike.
Su Bei sat motionless on the ground, the Dao Qi within him merging with the Evil Qi. The crimson hue in his eyes receded bit by bit, leaving only an unfathomable, deep black that refused to fade.
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