A black barrier manifested, and her figure retreated rapidly, vanishing entirely into the darkness.
"Just as I expected, you came..." Piao Miaoxu cackled. "After stringing you along for so long, I finally forced you out."
A sword light landed beside Wang Mu. It was the Green-blue Sword.
Wang Mu didn't turn around, but he smelled a familiar, faint fragrance wafting from behind him.
"Leave."
Heroine Yan's voice was calm.
The meaning was clear: she wanted Wang Mu to leave this place. Brief and succinct.
"What about you?" Wang Mu asked.
Heroine Yan did not answer.
Her aura... Wang Mu frowned slightly.
Heroine Yan had arrived quite early. From the outside, it had seemed earlier that the seal was somewhat repaired. Heroine Yan had delved deep into the darkness; it was unknown how many of the Dark Alien Race she had slain.
However, the Dark Alien Race, birthed over millennia and innumerable in quantity, were likely too much for her to handle alone.
