At this moment, within the mandala, as the indistinct figure seemed to gaze down at Baininger like lowered eyes, the Chosen One engulfed in flames stood rigidly in place.
It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his head.
"Hiss..."
His expression twitched repeatedly, arduously squeezing out a smile: "Ca-can we reconcile?"
Responding to him was a benevolent smile.
Even mercilessly...
Purification!!!
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In the distance, even though he'd already run to New Spring, Tian Shan could still hear Baininger's piercing screams, so sharp, so despairing...
Feeling his face wet, he wiped it with a hand, only to realize it was cold sweat.
Tian Shan breathed a sigh of relief, lingering fear remained.
Thought it was urine.
Lucky.
Then, he saw, on the street, two figures walking towards him step by step side by side.
A handsome young man with a long sword at his waist and a fox mask hanging, and a scruffy security guard rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't fully woken up.
