However, the sword's cry sounded again, stirring up chaos.
Thousands of golden threads decompose the world, breaking through the illusions of the heart.
He Mulan once again relied on her resilient will and the core consciousness of the Sword Emperor to shake off the spiritual assault of the God of the Dead.
Immediately, the sword light persisted, slicing through the void.
Finally, under the cold gaze of those two Blood Moon vertical pupils, it heavily struck the center of the ripple.
Rip!!
Like tearing open a rag, shattering a mirror.
As if the black space constructed by a crystal barrier exploded with a roar, revealing a gap.
The light of the Divine Country's eight-colored rainbow reflected into sight, mirrored in He Mulan's eyes.
Her gaze met the eyes of eight Holy Ones for an instant, without the need for any excess words.
Nods followed in succession, an unspoken understanding existed within everyone's soul.
To protect the Star Realm, to preserve civilization.
