The world fell silent, soundless and still, as the powerhouses of the Divine Clan retreated like a swarm of locusts, no longer daring to linger in this region.
Yet, as she departed, the aloof Goddess glanced back several times. Her smile was enigmatic, showing no sign of defeat but rather an air of morbid fascination.
It made Chen Pingping's skin crawl. He cursed under his breath, "Pah, what a freak."
Damn it! Zhang Ziyu could hardly control himself.
Zhang Heng was dead. All he could do was watch helplessly as the formidable enemy left, incapable of taking action. That feeling was suffocating.
"AAAAARGH!" Zhang Luoshan roared with rage, his hair disheveled, pointing his sword to the heavens. "Demon Girl, I, Zhang Luoshan, will surely slay you!"
The departing Goddess laughed lightly, her voice drifting back. "Even the Sword Immortal's Successor dares not make a move. What makes you think you can?"
Her graceful figure gradually vanished beneath the expanse of sky.
