The murmurs came from "Tianshou," as his flesh began to twist, as if he was about to explode.
"Can it only end here for now?"
"Tianshou" snorted coldly and was about to turn away.
However...
"Do you think you can escape?"
A clear and melodious voice reached Tianshou's ears.
Yuloli's figure appeared silently before Tianshou, her magic sword raised once again.
But Tianshou seemed to have expected it, reaching out ahead of time, ignoring the fact that his hand was torn and bloody, and grasped the blade of the magic sword, stopping it before it could strike.
"No need to rush. The real show is yet to come."
"Tianshou" laughed coldly.
"Since you're still alive, and I'm still alive, the battle from over ten thousand years ago will inevitably resume."
"But not now. I haven't retrieved my body, and you haven't retrieved the sacred sword. We're both incomplete. When both sides return to their complete form, that's when the final showdown will begin again."
