Nael's fists clenched. He didn't speak. He just waited.
Yaksha Lord looked at the heart in his hand, then at the still-glowing remnants of the shattered formation.
"You see… I've come to realize something. Escaping this cursed land through normal means is impossible for us.
No matter how strong our attacks, no matter how perfect our formations—this place has been built by entities far beyond our leagues. Our status as Core Formation Lords isn't worth much here."
He looked up again, locking eyes with Nael.
"We also don't have the Heretic Dao inheritance like that Haan Di bastard. We don't have some heaven-defying artifacts that can help all three of us return to Dadangar in our lifetimes."
Then, his lips curved into a sad smile.
"But… I do have something else."
Nael's eyes narrowed. He already didn't like where this was going.
