Half a minute later.
Thirty levels underground, the area was a complete wreck.
A massive hole had been blasted through several of the floors above, and the personnel who had been working there were almost all dead or wounded.
Beneath a collapsed structure.
Covered in blood, Jiang Zuo lay silently in a pool of his own making, his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
His body had been torn into four or five pieces—a truly gruesome sight.
To the side, Helinta knelt on one knee, her single blade propped against the ground, her expression cold and severe.
Her body was covered in wounds, some so deep they reached the bone.
Any one of these injuries would have been instantly fatal to an ordinary person.
But Helinta seemed to feel nothing at all.
She muttered under her breath, "Master, it seems I've won after all. You may not have recovered from your injuries, but I haven't broken through to the Qi Sect level either. That's fair, isn't it…"
