The bottom of the deep pit was filled with the pungent smell of scorched skin and steaming earth.
Fang Qingyu leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, his vertical melted gold pupils penetrating the fierce mask made of golden thunder, quietly observing the dark figure at the edge of the pit.
Da Lei heard Fang Qingyu's words...
His gaze paused for a moment.
Then he shook his head, seemingly unwilling to delve into the topic with Fang Qingyu.
He only said softly:
"Next time, if you don't open the force field, I'll kick you out."
The voice was light, as if stating a predetermined fact.
Then the hem of the dark robe fluttered slightly.
Da Lei's figure blurred and faded rapidly like ink dripping into water.
He silently merged into the scorched air around him, completely disappearing without a trace.
As if he had never appeared.
Fang Qingyu still stood in place, his fingers slightly pale as he gripped the sword handle of the Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade.
