Wu Hen stared blankly at her figure.
At this moment, she was no longer the image he had of her in his mind.
Yet to herself, she was a Valkyrie daring to struggle against her own predetermined destiny.
So unfamiliar, yet so real, it touched Wu Hen's heartstrings.
Her words were utterly convincing.
Wu Hen understood that this was her own battle, willing to shatter into pieces with contentment.
But how could Wu Hen stand idly by and watch such a splendid and respectable life fade away here? He too gripped his sword tightly, becoming a resplendent and unparalleled brilliance, and once again charged towards the incredibly powerful Burning Heaven Martial God.
Now, Wu Hen could no longer care about anything else, no matter how many powerful beings there were in the cloud-covered sky, no matter how many arrogantly invincible Martial Gods, he would fight alongside Ruan Muhuan to the very end.
A sweep of silver jade like the moon.
A streak of brilliance like the proud sun.