Hei Xiu's dark robes fluttered in the unnatural winds as the enormous purple runic patterns still pulsed above the battlefield.
His lips curled into a smirk as he watched the devastation below.
But suddenly—
THOOM!
A violent ripple of wind pressure blasted toward him as the sheer force instantly shattered a chunk of the ark beneath his feet.
Hei Xiu barely tilted his head in time, and a white streak passed just inches from his face.
Swoosh!
The very space where he had just been standing imploded, collapsing inward as if the space itself had been twisted.
A flicker of surprise flashed across his face.
"Hmm?" Hei Xiu muttered, turning his eyes toward the approaching figure.
Yan Zijin.
She floated there in midair, her silver-white veil fluttering around her face as her heterochromatic eyes burned with restrained fury.
The remnants of her last attack still distorted the air around her clenched fist, crackling with the residual force of an unrestrained blow.
