Elder Feng Lianhua shot through the dimensional portal like a comet of pure ice and fury, her newly ascended Soul Formation cultivation propelling her at speeds that turned reality into a blur of fractured light.
Behind her, the Abyssal Demon Realm collapsed in on itself—dimensional barriers folding like origami made of screams and shadow, the very fabric of that hellish pocket universe unraveling as Zhao Tianlong held the exit open with the last fragments of his dissolving soul.
Her obsidian robes whipped around her transformed body as she soared through the void between dimensions, moving far faster than Mei Ling or Lin Yue could hope to match.
The power he'd poured into her burned through her meridians like liquid starlight, every heartbeat reminding her of the sacrifice she still couldn't comprehend.
'Why?' The question tore through her mind with claws of confusion and something far more dangerous. 'Why would he save me?'
