C250 The Heavens Were Dead

After vanquishing the demonic aura, Zhao Xiaoqi gently descended to the ground with Shikong in tow. Observing Shikong's ghastly pallor, Zhao Xiaoqi could no longer detect a trace of demonic energy emanating from him. His contorted right face had reverted to normal, though the skin where his tattoo had been was now a festering wound.

"Thank... Thank you," Shikong murmured, barely opening his eyes