In the sky, the ball of pure white light hung like a stubborn sentinel, showing no sign of leaving.
It floated silently, as if fixed in midair by an invisible pair of hands.
The ball of light constantly writhed, like a living, mysterious object. Around it, layers of pure white ripples undulated, spreading outward in concentric circles like a gentle breeze skimming across the surface of a calm lake.
Each ripple emitted a mysterious and dazzling radiance, illuminating the surrounding sky as if it were broad daylight.
Clearly, having failed to rescue Beckett and Guerrero, it was unwilling to concede defeat. It lingered in the sky, searching for another opportunity to launch a rescue.
Its intense light seemed to be a show of defiance toward Chu He, a declaration that it would not give up so easily.
Yet Chu He faced this display with a calm expression, his eyes betraying a confident resolve.
He slowly raised his hand and made a sharp grasping motion in the empty air.
