Wei Ji looked down at the two elders who lay flat on the shattered courtyard stones, their chests rising and falling in uneven, painful waves. The formation still hummed above them, glowing softly like a lazy sun, but it no longer needed to press down with all its force.
The two men were finished.
Their bodies were broken, their cultivations were gone, and their minds wavered on the edge of collapse. They could not stand. They could not fight. They could barely move a finger.
Wei Ji let the silence linger for a moment.
"It looks like it's time for me to make a real move."
He slowly walked toward them, step by steady step, the dust shifting under his feet with each soft sound. His hands were still behind his back, as if he were simply strolling through a garden instead of walking toward two defeated monsters who once terrorized lands.
When he reached them, he crouched, tilted his head slightly, and spoke in a calm, almost gentle tone.
