Lin Qiye had eaten a divine peach and undergone the cleansing of the Power of Faith. Let alone a few small holes in his flesh, even if someone stabbed several holes straight through him, as long as his vital organs were unharmed, his life would not be in danger.
Lin Qiye's gaze swept across the deathly silent valley before finally settling once more in the direction of hell's depths.
With that grasp in the air before Future An Qingyu departed, he had directly wiped out every lifeform near the valley that had been contaminated by Cthulhu's power. Lin Qiye's Mental Power perception returned as well.
He scanned the surroundings and, after confirming there were no other vengeful souls or Seraph corpses, immediately set off with An Qingyu toward the depths of hell.
Looking into the distance from the mountaintop, Lin Qiye saw a blood-red radiance blooming among the mountains not far away. Countless demons with black wings wheeled through the sky around that crimson glow.
If Lin Qiye had guessed correctly, that was the deepest part of hell.
Lin Qiye turned, about to say something to An Qingyu beside him, when he saw the latter rushing onward while staring blankly at the ground flying past beneath their feet, as though lost in thought.
The instant he saw that expression, Lin Qiye's heart trembled slightly.
Lin Qiye was far too familiar with that look. Back when he had been on the Pamir Plateau, he had worn the same expression An Qingyu did now...
Anxiety, confusion, self-doubt.
If he had not experienced the battle to guard the monument, he would likely still be trapped in those negative emotions even now.
Lin Qiye recalled his earlier conversation with An Qingyu, and his expression grew complicated.
It seemed that although An Qingyu claimed not