Dong Aigou's attack, "Blood Moon Prison," dissipated harmlessly in the air as the shadows retreated. His eyes, blazing with crimson light, landed on the three figures revealed by the dispersing darkness. His breath hitched.
There stood Mu Xuanyin and Yin Lian, the women he had risked his life for, flanked by none other than Wang Jian. A cocktail of emotions – shock, disbelief, and a simmering rage – churned within him.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such a scenario. He had fought tooth and nail to save them, only to find them in the company of his most hated rival.
"Well, well," Wang Jian drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Didn't think your Divine Spirit had become so sensitive it could detect me in the shadows, Aigou."