Miles beyond the island, an ancient war chariot stood atop the sea.
The bells on either side swayed in the wind, their sounds crisp and pleasant.
A slender figure leaned against the chariot railing, gazing in the direction of the island.
As the spirit body shattered, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.
"You're really lucky, all of you," he said.
Liang Hui's palm caressed the railing, feeling the roughness against his skin.
His spiritual body was originally intended to attack a major enemy after the humans and demons had finished killing each other.
Unexpectedly, seven against one demon nearly turned the tide, and their souls almost escaped.
This forced him to take action, using the Flowing Light Bell to eliminate any possible contingency measures.
A myriad of thoughts incessantly crossed his mind.
"Has the contingency left by the Demon Emperor been thoroughly eradicated?" Liang Hui murmured to himself.
