Song Lingxue's gaze was like a millennium-old frozen ice, tightly locking onto the direction of the Martial Hall, motionless for a long time.
Amidst the silence, she had already sensed Chu Zheng's presence.
After a while, she finally moved; she raised her hand and banished Taiyi Hongfeng into the chaotic void, sparing his life.
At the same moment, the dark gold battle armor covering her, adorned with countless battle scars, emitted a low mournful wail.
Numerous mysterious blood-colored talismans shone on the armor's surface, then quickly dimmed and withered like stars burning out. The heavy armor plates seemed to come alive, disassembling, falling apart, and transforming into countless streaks of dark golden light, dispersing into the cold starry sky, as if they had never existed.
