The terrifyingly heavy descent briefly stagnated, buying crucial time for everyone to rise.
Li Ji's light robe danced with the wind, making the extreme tempest seem solemn and majestic.
Zhao Wu said listlessly, "You're insane! How dare you strike at the Divine Tree!"
Li Ji smiled faintly, his pupils radiant with Sword Intent, proudly lifting his head and said, "I think this makes me look very cool."
Zhao Wu was speechless, yet as she saw people in the team, like arrows leaving the bowstring, eagerly flying towards the heaven, and the young man who parted the way with his sword, guiding all to the path home, calmly watching everyone's departing figures, there was not a hint of resentment in his eyes.
Somehow, she felt like she understood something.
With a sigh, she pressed her finger to her brow, and the sky broke open with brilliant light as a flaming phoenix flew from the east, entangling with the mad, enraged serpent.
