The hazy yellow radiance enshrouded the entire Dumel National Cemetery Building. After momentarily locking eyes with He Ao, the silhouette turned and slowly walked into the depths of the artificial forest.
He Ao retracted his gaze from the rooftop and raised his eyes, once again looking at the starlight figure ahead.
The starlight figure held the magic wand in his hand, silently staring back at He Ao.
Clearly, he too had noticed the yellow radiance covering the entire Dumel National Cemetery Building.
However, he didn't mention the yellow radiance. Instead, in a hoarse voice, he asked, "I can see your injuries. The power you borrowed is nearly depleted. How many more of my attacks can you withstand?"
The wound on his chest inflicted by He Ao's slash began gradually healing, yet his figure had become significantly fainter. The damage from the blood-blade was immense—both death and injury had deeply disrupted his essence.
He could no longer withstand another direct clash.
