The Sword Qi knocked back the Black Bird that was blocking the Hei Pao Ren, but its momentum didn’t diminish as it surged straight toward the Hei Pao Ren.
This Cloud Surge was fiercer than the last.
If the previous time Weibai had failed to unleash its full power due to his physical condition, allowing Francis to escape, then this strike of Sword Qi was absolutely his peak-state, full-power blow.
Its might was far beyond what the weakened Cloud Surge could match.
Even the Hei Pao Ren couldn’t dodge, forced to watch helplessly as the Sword Qi sliced toward him.
Just as the Sword Qi reached the Hei Pao Ren, he suddenly cried out in shock, his voice loud enough to overpower the howling wind.
“This is? This… this Sword Technique, where did you learn it?!”
The Hei Pao Ren roared, his tone filled with fear and unwillingness.
The next second, the Sword Qi slashed into him, blood spraying out as the Hei Pao Ren’s head was severed from his body.
The struck Hei Pao Ren fell backward, and the moment he touched the ground, he dissolved into a cloud of golden dust that scattered into the air.
At the same time, the Anti-Magic Field’s time ran out.
A black line withdrew from the distance, forming a circle beneath Weibai’s feet before vanishing.
Weibai frowned as he watched the Hei Pao Ren’s corpse dissipate so strangely after being killed.
Seeing its master killed, the Black Bird, ignoring its injuries, immediately flapped its wings to escape.
Without hesitation, Weibai swung his sword toward the Black Bird.
But the Black Bird seemed to possess intelligence; it shifted its body, dodging Weibai’s attack in advance.
Then, with a sharp cry, the Black Bird flew up into the sky.
Weibai watched the Black Bird fly farther and farther away, holding the Glorious Throne in silence as he pondered something.
As the clouds dispersed, Tao Lani, who had been worrying anxiously outside, hurried over to check Weibai for any wounds.
“Weiwei, I’m so glad you’re okay!”
Seeing that Weibai was unharmed, Tao Lani sighed in relief, then asked with confusion:
“Where’s the Hei Pao Ren?”
“I killed him.”
Weibai snapped out of his thoughts and relaxed in Tao Lani’s presence.
“Let’s go. Let’s see how they’re doing.”
Saying this, Weibai prepared to walk toward the other three.
Given the recent battle, their condition wouldn’t be good.
They needed to quickly assess their injuries and treat them.
Hearing this, Tao Lani hurried to follow Weibai, ready to rescue their companions together.
Weibai walked ahead of Tao Lani, his longsword held diagonally in one hand.
Before they had taken two steps, Tao Lani watched in disbelief as Weibai collapsed sideways.
“Weiwei!”
Tao Lani cried out and rushed forward to catch him, holding him in her arms as she frantically checked his condition.
“What’s wrong? Weiwei, is there somewhere you feel unwell?”
Tao Lani cradled Weibai’s head, her heart racing with panic.
She had thought Weibai was unharmed and had calmed down, only to see him fall after just two steps.
“I’m fine.”
Weibai waved his hand.
His vision flashed with phantoms, various images appearing in his mind.
The side effects of this pendant were truly deadly—every time he used a high-level magic, it hit him like this.
“Don’t worry about me for now.”
Weibai supported himself on Tao Lani’s shoulder and struggled to stand up.
“Go check on your companions first.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
Tao Lani knew her companions were in dire straits; if she didn’t hurry to help, they might be in danger.
But leaving Weibai alone like this worried her deeply, especially after his sudden collapse.
“It’s fine. I’m just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine after sitting and resting a bit.”
Weibai released Tao Lani’s shoulder and said softly:
“Go check on your companions quickly. If you wait any longer, it might be too late.”
Hearing this, Tao Lani gave him a long, searching look, then cast a Blood Magic on him.
“Blood Art: Blood Spring.”
As Tao Lani chanted, a gush of water sprang up at Weibai’s feet, though the water was a vivid red, like blood.
Standing in the center of the spring, Weibai felt his entire condition recovering, the stamina he had just expended rapidly replenishing.
But the spring could only restore his physical strength; it couldn’t ease the chaotic fragments in his mind or the phantoms before his eyes.
Tao Lani stood before Weibai, watching him with concern.
“Are you really okay?”
Seeing that Weibai was not in good shape, Tao Lani dropped her usual teasing tone, her expression turning serious.
“I’m fine. I just need to rest for a while.”
Weibai pushed aside the weeds on the ground, clearing a slightly cleaner patch.
He tore a piece of cloth from a thug’s body, laid it on the ground, and sat down with a thud.
“Go on. Don’t be too late.”
Seeing Tao Lani still unmoving, Weibai reminded her again.
“Alright.”
After a moment of hesitation, Tao Lani agreed.
There was no time for her to dawdle.
Since Weibai seemed temporarily okay, her priority was to check on her companions’ injuries.
“Weiwei, wait for me here.”
Leaving these words, Tao Lani quickly ran off toward where Rom had been sent flying by the Hei Pao Ren.
Among the three, Rom was probably the most injured, since Jiu and Grey had only been knocked back by the Black Bird without any special issues.
Rom, on the other hand, had been struck by the Hei Pao Ren’s palm and coughed up blood.
So in Weibai’s view, it was wisest to check on Rom’s injuries first.
As he watched Tao Lani’s retreating figure, Weibai gradually sank into the side effects of the pendant.
The figure grew blurry in the distance, and he closed his eyes.
“Who are you?”
Mo Baiwei asked the person in front of her, holding a Silver Sword, her expression wary.
The other person didn’t answer, just stood silently, putting great pressure on Mo Baiwei.
After waiting for a long time with no response, Mo Baiwei decided to go around him and continue forward.
But just as she changed direction, the figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path.
“What do you want?”
Seeing this, Mo Baiwei grew a little annoyed, pointing her longsword at the figure.
“If you don’t speak, don’t blame me for being rude.”
Even with the sword pointed at him, the figure remained silent, standing there stiffly.
Exasperated, Mo Baiwei swung her sword at him, only to see the figure dissolve like smoke the moment the Silver Sword struck.
At the same time, a deep voice came from where the figure had been, speaking a language not of the Elven Kingdom, yet Mo Baiwei could understand it.
“The Decree in Destiny no longer exists. The Defeated One has returned.”
“The Three Towers will be destroyed. The Age of Magic will fall once more…”
The rest of the figure’s words were too blurry for Mo Baiwei to make out.
“What did you say?!”
Mo Baiwei held the Silver Sword, straining her ears toward the figure, trying desperately to hear what he said next.
But there was no chance.
After the figure finished speaking, Mo Baiwei opened her eyes.
Staring at the ornate ceiling above her head, Mo Baiwei blinked as she lay in bed.
‘That dream was so strange. Who was that voice? All those cryptic words—how could I not understand a thing?’
As her little mind raced, the door suddenly swung open.
“Your Highness, it’s time to eat.”
A waitress wearing gloves and a mask walked in with a bowl of dark green salad.
At the sight of the salad, Mo Baiwei felt her stomach clench.
“No! Take that thing away! I’m not eating that!”
Smelling the dish, Mo Baiwei stubbornly turned her head away.
“Her Majesty the Queen said that if you don’t eat now, you won’t have anything for the next three days.”
The waitress’s tone was utterly devoid of emotion, as if she were only there out of duty to deliver the meal.
Hearing this, Mo Baiwei felt a knot of resentment in her heart.
‘Do I really have to eat this stuff?’
But it tasted so terrible.
Seeing Mo Baiwei lying motionless and silent on the bed, the waitress stood by the door, holding the salad in patient stillness.
After a moment, as if making up her mind, Mo Baiwei jumped out of bed wearing only a nightgown, her white tail swishing behind her.
At the sight of Mo Baiwei’s appearance, the waitress visibly paused.
Just awakened, Mo Baiwei wore a light green short dress that exposed her arms and legs, her pale golden hair shimmering brightly against the green fabric.
Her still-developing body looked small and slender, her slightly childish face still flushed with the warmth of the blankets.
Her bare feet made a slapping sound on the floor.
But when the waitress’s eyes fell on Mo Baiwei’s tail, a barely noticeable flicker of disdain passed through her gaze.
Mo Baiwei ran up to the waitress, stood on her tiptoes to look at the salad, and pinched her nose while sticking out her tongue.
“What’s in this? It doesn’t look like anything fit for people to eat.”
Saying this, Mo Baiwei took the salad from the waitress’s hands.
She had no choice.
Not long after her mother’s death anniversary, her aunt had suddenly made her eat this salad every day.
She didn’t know what the salad was made of, only that she got just this one meal a day.
If she didn’t eat it, she would have to go hungry for days.
Before this, her aunt had done strange things to her, but had never forced her to do anything.
Only this time, her aunt’s attitude seemed utterly unyielding, determined to make Mo Baiwei obey.
Picking up the fork in the salad, Mo Baiwei carefully scooped a small bite and brought it to her mouth.
Her two lovely emerald eyes stared intently at the dark green, unidentified substance.
Mo Baiwei’s throat bobbed as she swallowed.
‘Do I really have to eat this?’