A severely injured Ai Hua twisted violently in the air nearby, like a signal image about to disappear, with various indiscernible hissing sounds and vague whispers permeating around us. Those were the echoes of her ancestral souls fading away in her memory.
"You did well."
Sandora waved her hand and dispelled the Abyss Energy from her body. Her turbid eyes regained their clear sea-blue luster, and then she quietly watched Ai Hua, who was still struggling to stand, and calmly said.
"To have fought for so long against two Xyrin Emperors and a middle squad of Heroic Combat Soldiers all by yourself, I acknowledge your strength."
"Impossible... It can't be..."
Ai Hua seemed to have lost her sanity, mumbling incoherently, "How can it fail... a Soul World built upon countless years of power, perfected through the memories passed down from dozens of generations of civilizations... Why... have the ancestors given up on revenge?"
