Transformed into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing into the void.
Zhang Beixing slowly retracted the Angel's Wing, his gaze fixed on the shattered statue.
His face was still pale, but his eyes grew brighter, as if two inextinguishable flames were burning fiercely.
This battle, although extremely perilous, allowed him to feel an unprecedented increase in power.
"Master!" Alina and Richard hurriedly stepped forward, their eyes full of concern.
"I am incapable and failed to assist you in the critical moment, please forgive me!" Richard knelt down painfully, his tone filled with remorse.
Zhang Beixing merely smiled faintly, extending his hand to help him up: "No matter, this battle was my own trial."
"Moreover, the fact that you could extricate me at the critical moment is already enough."
He glanced around, his eyes sweeping over the mottled inscriptions in the temple.
"This ancient temple must still be hiding many secrets. We must hurry and thoroughly investigate it."
