As the light flooded in, Yeyan’s soul let out a faint, fragmented whimper. The phantoms of the War Guards he had devoured flickered and faded within the glow, leaving behind only a blurred, indistinct sigh.
As the final wisp of the evil soul vanished into dust, Chu Xuan flicked his sleeve, dissipating the lingering blood mist.
The Longyu Sword glimmered coldly in the moonlight, reflecting his taut jawline. This devil, who had once struck terror into the hearts of those in the North, was, in the end, nothing more than a lost soul beneath his blade.
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