The One Who Cannot Die
The battlefield fell into a suffocating silence.
Out of the torn sky and shattered ground, the Ansha walked forward calmly, as though the chaos around him meant nothing. Each step he took felt heavy with divine authority, the air trembling softly beneath his feet. Mi-An stood frozen, her heart pounding—not with fear, but with something deeper. She watched him walk, and for a brief moment, she understood why he had once been revered above all.
His presence alone bent the world.
"Qiong Qi. Nem."
The Ansha's voice was calm, almost disappointed.
"You have finally revealed yourselves."
Nem's expression twisted. "You're… still alive?"
The Ansha smiled faintly. "You know very well—I cannot die."
Qiong Qi laughed, low and dangerous. "Interesting. Then what will you do now, Ansha?"
"I spared you a thousand years ago," the Ansha replied, thunder rolling faintly in the heavens. "I can still end you today."
"You still cling to selfish desire," Qiong Qi sneered. "That is why he died back then."
"Our lord has no selfish desires!" WuBie roared, forcing himself back to his feet.
Mi-An, bleeding but resolute, stood as well.
The moment shattered.
Qiong Qi stepped back with his left foot, gathering momentum as a massive formation formed beneath him. He launched forward, divine power erupting—but the Ansha evaded effortlessly and struck back. Waves of energy collided midair, shaking the land again and again in rapid succession.
Fifteen seconds felt like eternity.
Then Nem moved.
From the shadows, he unleashed the Hidden Soul Needle, driving it into WuBie. The technique activated instantly—WuBie screamed as his internal organs began to decay, his power forcefully siphoned away.
At the same time, the ice restraining Xiao Yan shattered.