"Fellow Daoist Xuan Heng..."
Deep within the dust and haze, two figures staggered to a halt.
Woodcutter Guest's face was pale. The backlash from forcefully breaking through the sluggish edge of the Grand Array still ached faintly in his meridians.
Fairy Shuyu's hair was slightly disheveled, her palace-style robes stained with dust. Her eyes, which usually held a certain dignified grace, were now filled with sorrow and a nearly incandescent hatred.
They looked back toward the depths of the Mist Dust Barrier.
The Spiritual Mechanism there was in chaos, but they could no longer sense Xuan Hengzi's familiar, gentle, star-like aura.
"Demon! One day, the sects of the Righteous Dao will raze the filthy Demon Caves you infest to the ground! We will claim a blood debt for Fellow Daoist Xuan Heng and the countless other comrades who have fallen!"
Fairy Shuyu bit her lip, her voice trembling with indignation. She clenched her fair hands so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms.
