But apparently,
he miscalculated. Those mountain winds, upon reaching the cloud wall, penetrated it effortlessly without the wall even stirring,
the fierce wind continued to slice through the Hundred-eyed Child's flesh, and the crimson blood seeped into the cloud wall's structure.
The originally pure white wall was stained with blood.
"Alas."
Zhao Wuya sighed.
What a wonderful cloud wall it was, originally intended to serve as the swaddling of the Hundred-eyed Child.
Now, alas, it could no longer be a swaddling cloth, but as a shroud, it was more than enough.
"Brother Xuan, what should we do?"
Zhao Wuya asked after hearing a muffled groan from within the cloud wall.
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "Disperse the wall."
"Alas."
Zhao Wuya withdrew the incense, and the cloud wall dissolved, turning into wisps of red mist, drifting away with the wind, while the Hundred-eyed Child had become nothing but a skeleton, falling down.
