In the ruins of the Divine Palace.
Lin Xiyue's nerves were stretched taut, her face full of worry as she watched the distant figures of Xun Mi and Luo Xiu, uncertain of what would happen next. Still, she had absolute faith in Xun Mi. If Xun Mi said she had a way to make Luo Xiu recover, then she absolutely could.
BOOM.
Suddenly, Luo Xiu collapsed, clutching his head as he struggled frantically, as if enduring immense pain.
Seeing this, Lin Xiyue's expression froze. Then, she saw Xun Mi draw her sword and walk toward Luo Xiu.
Xun Mi regarded Luo Xiu with an indifferent gaze and said faintly, "It matters not that you are a god on high who sees all living beings as worthless. At this moment, you are nothing more than a soul for my sword."
"Sister Mi!"
"Don't!"
