"Thank you!" Looking at Lanloste's soul escaping through the rift back to the Magic Realm, Lanmalok collapsed weakly, kneeling before Pei Yan in gratitude. He knew that at the last moment, he no longer had the ability to control Pei Yan, yet the latter remained stationary, silently allowing Lanloste to flee, fulfilling his last wish and dignity in life.
"You're welcome. A defeated dog has lost the courage to face me again. Out of respect for your persistence, I let him go. Can I proceed now?" Pei Yan calmly stated, withdrawing his hand from Lanmalok's chest and placing it on his head.
"Go ahead!"
Bang! As soon as Lanmalok spoke, his head burst open. A surge of black gas poured out from Pei Yan's palm, devouring the remnants of his soul, leaving behind a carcass at Pei Yan's feet. He turned his gaze to Moira, who had just regained her sight on the other side.
"How did you deceive my aura lock?" Moira panted heavily, clutching the Spindle of Destiny, questioning.
