Yang Wen's howl sounded particularly miserable.
But it also carried a hint of rationality.
His gaze was fixed on Yang Qiu's corpse, but in the next instant, it immediately shifted to the Holy Spirit light cluster beside it.
The light cluster glittered.
The eggshell-like exterior, with its cracked fissures, had grown significantly larger.
Crack.
Another crisp sound rang out, exceptionally piercing in the quiet environment.
The Holy Spirit was about to break free.
Only then did they recall their purpose for coming here today... wasn't it to find the Holy Spirit in this Moon Breath Ancient Land? What did Yang Qiu or Void Saint mean? Life and death were but fleeting clouds.
Fang Yu was elated...
Xu Zhaopei, bearing her painful body, came up beside Fang Yu.
Ye Wenjun also slowly walked over.
However——
Zhou Qirong remained kneeling respectfully, with both hands raised to his forehead, cupping his hands together without a hint of negligence.
