Bai Xueqing's breath caught the moment she saw it.
The Voidstep Razorhorn's horn punched straight through Bai Zihan's stomach—clean, brutal, merciless.
Her eyes widened, a rare crack in her normally expressionless mask.
Even she, who almost never showed emotion, visibly trembled.
(He… got hit? Directly?)
Chu Ziyan screamed.
"No No no no…"
Her voice broke, panic surging.
She refused—refused—to believe what she had just seen.
Bai Tianheng's veins bulged on his fists as he swung his sword at the Hellridge Basilisk.
For a moment, even he felt his heart seize.
But he forced down the dread.
"Zihan won't fall so easily," he muttered, jaw tightening.
Then—blood poured from the hole in Bai Zihan's abdomen.
Yet his grin… was sharp and confident. Like he had caught his prey.
That familiar scheming smile.
Bai Xueqing exhaled sharply—relief and disbelief mixed on her face.
