Ye Luo left with the severely wounded Huo Yao.
Before leaving, Su Yi reclaimed the Arena Immortal Hammer and the Floating Life and Death Seal.
Watching the two of them vanish into the boundless night, Su Yi finally put away the three-inch Azure Jade Gourd he had been gripping in his right hand.
Then, he began to cough violently.
Blood streamed uncontrollably from the corner of his lips.
His ink-black hair at the temples seemed to lose all life, turning snow-white and translucent.
His handsome face had gone pale as paper, his brows and eyes filled with exhaustion.
Even his aura suddenly weakened, an indescribable sense of frailty surging through his entire body like a tide and battering his mind.
Su Yi paid no heed to any of it.
He wiped the blood from his lips, took out his wine gourd, and drank deeply.
After a while, Su Yi frowned slightly. "If you still won't make a move, I'll be leaving."
Heaven and earth lay desolate, the mountains and rivers withered into scorched earth like ruins. Gusts of biting night wind swept over, making the bloodstained robes of the young man flap sharply.
"You are wounded so badly. How could I possibly take advantage of your misfortune?"
A soft, alluring voice drifted through the wind.
In the distant void, a graceful figure emerged. Her black dress fluttered, her skin was fairer than snow, and her peerlessly beautiful face was bewitching enough to astonish all living beings.
The Nether King!
She walked through the air toward Su Yi. As her skirt swayed, a pair of slender, crystalline calves appeared and disappeared from view.
She truly was stunning beyond compare. Every movement carried an innate charm. As she walked upon this scorched land, she exuded an aura of noble supremacy, as though