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.
