The Holy Martyrdom Soul-Sealing Formation was dispersing. Its remaining energy was leaking out through its core.

Since Hong Zheng and his wife served as the formation's core, perpetually hovering between life and death, this dissipating energy projected their spiritual forms outward. It was just like sunlight streaming through a rose window, leaving behind a magnificent array of colorful light.

This was, in truth, the final flare of a dying ember. Once the formation's power completely dissipated, the two of them would be gone forever.

When Yu Xian saw the two figures appear before him, he immediately stopped. Then he noticed the wounds on their bodies. Their brows, jaws, throats, temples, and abdomens all bore marks of injury.

These two seniors are still enduring the agony felt by everyone...