"It's over."
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, slowly exhaling a turbid breath.
Over ninety percent of the Profound Wind Technique's Inner Qi within him was depleted.
He glanced over at Yun Qianyue and Li Feng. Both were ashen-faced and on the verge of collapse.
Yun Qianyue didn't speak, only offering a slight nod.
Her eyes, visible beyond her purple veil, rested on Fang Han for a moment before looking away.
Li Feng collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. His long blade fell into a pool of blood with a CLANG.
He untied a waterskin from his waist, took a few large gulps, and then passed it to Fang Han and Yun Qianyue.
Fang Han accepted it, took a drink, and handed the waterskin to Yun Qianyue.
The three of them sat in silence amidst the wreckage of the gathering point.
In their ears, there was only the sound of the wind and the faint sound of crying from the distance.
