A few meters away from where Qilin Hao vanished Ji Wen lay passed out amidst the clouds of dust that were so dense it blocked the light from the sky.
A foreboding silence spread across the plane with occasional bright flashes lighting up the murky fog like lightning flickering within the clouds before a heavy storm.
These hair-raising flashes in the sky were a result of the two high-grade purebloods clashing and from the disturbance, in the sky, it seemed like a deadly match.
Sounds of something limping and a heavy boot being dragged on the ground were heard giving off an eerie feeling but the person who lay on the ground didn't even flinch. He had his eyes closed with his expression so peaceful you would think he was dead.
The disturbing footsteps got closer and closer. Soon a man holding up his broken arm emerged from the dense thickness. He was limping on one leg while dragging the other as he approached Ji Wen.
