For a long time, the only sounds in the cabin were the faint hiss of two opposing forces and Shen Yi's increasingly heavy breathing.
In the end, Shen Yi closed his eyes, suppressing the surging anger and countless suspicions in his heart, then slowly let out a sigh.
Now was not the time to pursue such matters.
Whether Feng Qingyao had been monitoring him or what purpose she had behind it, one undeniable fact stood before him: she was severely wounded and in critical condition. The wound inflicted by the purest source power of Black Fog was continuously eroding her very existence. Mia had brought him here in the hope that he could help, and she had indeed come here because she wanted to help.
And he himself was full of questions about Black Fog and what had happened deep within the Boundary Land.
Perhaps only Feng Qingyao, standing before him, could provide answers to those questions.
"We'll ask about it later."
Shen Yi said no more. With a slight movement of his thoughts—
A pure, blazing-white flame carrying a warm yet lofty aura quietly ignited in his palm.
Flame of Continued Combustion.
Unlike the all-consuming, explosive blaze he had unleashed against the undead tide in the Mechanical Divine Domain, the Flame of Continued Combustion now appeared exceptionally gentle and restrained, like a patch of winter sunlight. Its radiance was not dazzling, yet it contained the fundamental power of purification and order.
Under Feng Qingyao's calm gaze, Shen Yi guided the Flame of Continued Combustion toward the vicious wound on her chest.
The firelight reflected across Feng Qingyao's deathly pale face and illuminated the dense Black Fog deep within the wound, where it writhed and surged like a living thing.
As though sensing the approach of its natural enemy, the