The lady sect elder stared in horror, her lips trembling and her knees weak. Her newfound geriatric status made the matters even worse.
Her eyes were locked on Aksai, who stood calmly in front of the first elder's corpse — his arm still dripping with blood, the man's heart clutched in his hand like some kind of demonic treasure.
'No… no wonder he could survive the Wild Devil Lands for so long when it was at the peak of its chaos. He…. he didn't have to survive that land. It made him thrive,' She thought to herself.
Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Her voice was lost.
No… this couldn't be. She had felt it. The artifact had worked.
She had poured her entire Spirit essence and most of her remaining life force into activating it. The Soul Pulse had clearly surged through the battlefield.
She knew it had reached Aksai. She had seen the moment his eyes widened, the shock that had frozen his face.
But now… it was clear.
He had faked it.
