A blinding golden light enveloped the surroundings, suffused with an aura of destruction.
Wang Teng and the others stared, their eyes wide.
They couldn't see what was happening inside. They tried to move forward but were held back by the lingering might of the Golden Arrow.
Overwhelmed with anxiety, they stared unblinking at the heart of the golden light, their hearts in their throats for Shen Bai.
Slowly, the golden light began to fade.
Shen Bai planted Cold Moon into the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Ahead of him, a fissure had opened in the air.
The Golden Arrow was struggling violently within the fissure.
Its struggles gradually weakened, and then it vanished completely.
Just moments before, when Shen Bai knew he could hold on no longer, an idea had flashed through his mind. He had torn open a rift into the space of his Life and Death Storage Skill.
