Huuuuuu!
Haaaaaaa!
A deep inhale of air followed by a heavily exhaled breath of tumultuous emotions and intense stress resounded. Wei Wuyin's Soul Idols vanished. His body and mind felt unbearably exhausted, thoroughly drained. If it weren't for his sheer willpower, the pain emanating from every cell in his body would've been more than enough to justify going unconscious.
He sheathed his saber, unbothered by the awed gazes that he felt on him. Without his spiritual strength bolstered by his Soul Idols, he was once again blinded to the visual beauty of the world. Yet, he was incredibly relieved. His eyes no longer felt as if they were bursting. He knew that if it weren't for his Eye of Immortality sustaining his eyes' physical form, they would've long since been eviscerated into nothing.