"Qing'er..." Haoran called out, his voice smooth, echoing with a quiet but absolute commanding authority through the thick, dust-heavy atmosphere of the ruined crater.
Then, right on cue, Qing'er emerged seamlessly from his elongated shadows like an unholy spirit born from the dark abyss itself.
Her crimson eyes flashed with an icy, lethal precision as she raised her slender hands.
With a sharp flick of her fingers, thick, undulating tendrils of pitch-black shadow bindings shot out across the broken stones, tightly wrapping themselves around Elder Mu's broken, bloody body.
The dark energy constructed an unbreakable, vice-like straightjacket, entirely preventing him from making even a single, desperate movement or channeling any residual internal energy.
At the exact same time, moving with an eerie, calculated speed, Haoran tossed a pristine, glowing crimson medicinal pill directly into the elder's gaping mouth.
