As a doctor, Duan Mingyuan had done some simple treatment on the wounds of the Dark Night Witch to ensure she would not die within a short period of time.
Ascending the spiral staircase, his heart suddenly felt empty.
He liked easily attained victories, which had almost been the main theme of his life; for the first time on his life's journey, he encountered a powerful opponent who might require all his efforts to contend with. Yet, when he arrived at this final battleground, he was informed that this strong opponent would not be able to participate in the battle due to internal conflicts.
Without the heir, even the last obstacle had disappeared.
Duan Mingyuan maintained a steady pace, which had consumed quite a bit of his time.
At the top of the tower, the throne had become tilted due to a recent fall; a faint soul fragment was bound above it, and in such a state, it could be reduced to nothingness with just a pinch.
"However, this is the norm in the Land of Eternal Night,"
