Han Yu stood frozen for a moment as the truth hit him.
The second site had already been activated.
His mind immediately rejected it.
That was impossible.
Palm Hand Lu was dead. His men were dead. The mansion had been wiped clean by Madam Cold Fang. There should have been no one left to complete the ritual.
And yet the second point had lit up.
Across the distant forests another pillar of blue light had already risen into the heavens.
Yongnian laughed louder.
The transformed Frost Bat stood amid the frozen clearing, blood dripping from the wounds Madam Cold Fang had torn into his body, but his expression carried only triumph.
"I told you." His monstrous voice echoed through the mountains. "It is too late."
Han Yu narrowed his eyes.
"How?" he demanded.
Yongnian turned toward him.
"You truly thought Palm Hand Lu was merely an obstacle?" He laughed. "That fool completed it for me without even realizing it."
Han Yu's expression changed.
A memory surfaced.
The storage room.
