The Shadow Cult leader dissolved into black mist, dissipating into the air and leaving behind only a faint, bloody scent—a testament to the fierce battle that had just transpired.
Shen Yao was still shaken. She had never imagined that Zhong Yun, who was always laughing and playing the fool, possessed such formidable power.
"Are you alright?" Zhong Yun withdrew his golden longsword. Its brilliance faded, as if the earth-shattering strike from moments ago had been nothing more than an illusion. He turned to look at Shen Yao, his eyes filled with concern.
Chapter 52