The great axe fell.
Without the protection of the immortal Dragon Scale, Mond perished in battle, slain by Wei Shiyue.
The wound looked particularly gruesome under the searing flames, and Mond's death shook the heavens and earth. A being with the status of a demigod was no more.
Wei Shiyue's body shivered, snowy white hair flowing with the fierce wind, as if unable to accept this fact.
"Mond!" Farosa stepped forward.
She saw Mond's polluted soul ascending to the sky, his spirit seemingly split in two, one part representing Mond's will, the other a manic cosmic plague.
Yet Old Mond's will shone brilliantly.
The pale will of the White Dragon, although tormented, now soared, pushing the polluted part towards the stars, determined to be destroyed in the void.
The polluted soul fragments, like countless insects, tore and bit at Mond along the way, causing black soul flames to dissipate everywhere.
But they could no longer linger here.
