Throughout the city, all the Moon Shadow Cult members received the same command.
They disengaged from their fights and began fleeing in all directions like shadows dispersing at dawn.
Within minutes, the coordinated attack was over. The cult had withdrawn, taking the Crimson Soul Orb but leaving behind the broken formation and many of their fallen members.
Xian Tiandi stood in the plaza, breathing heavily. Exhaustion weighed on him now that the adrenaline was fading.
He had used multiple trump cards and a completely experimental technique. The victory had been hard-won.
But it was a victory nonetheless. Hundreds of civilians had been saved. The ritual had failed.
Footsteps approached from multiple directions. Zhou Kang appeared first, covered in blood but walking steadily. Behind him came Xian Long, who was also bloodied but had an expression of fierce satisfaction on his young face.
"Big Brother!" Xian Long called out, running over. "Are you alright?"
