When the last body fell into the pool of blood, no one was left to stand in Huai Shi's way.
He stepped onto the final, red-stained stair.
Huai Shi finally reached the summit of the tower, where a high-altitude gale blew in his face.
In the gale, he saw a solemn and sacred hall resembling a temple, a vast square before it, and the teenage girl who had been waiting for a long time.
Her golden hair streamed in the air like burning flames.
She leaned on her Stone Tooth Sword, gazing at Huai Shi, who had come from afar.
In the sky above her, a huge sun that did not belong here burned fiercely. Using the Bronze Sun Wheel, decorated with countless engravings, as its vessel, the projection of Tezcatlipoca, The First Sun, manifested here. It burned tyrannically, covering the whole square.
At this moment, she wore no armor and lacked her usual youthful vibrancy and modern air.
