"He finished." The looming shadow that seemed to embody the meaning of titanic spoke out. Its voice wasn't particularly loud, but it reached into the depths of the soul and made one forced to listen to every syllable.
The two winged figures were awed, their bodies trembling with every passing moment as they looked onwards towards Wei Wuyin. The cleansing mist that engulfed his body, entangled him like serpents of the jungle, and primed to wash over him like a tsunami from all sides, had slinked away quietly and vanished.
Wei Wuyin was no longer under the lethal threat of the cleansing mist. In fact, the entire cleansing mist had vanished, retracted to their respective containers and sealed in accordance to an unfathomable law.