A drop of blood fell onto the sand, trembling faintly.
Chen Wuya stared at that drop of black blood, his fingers tightening. He knew the thing was not dead yet—it was still waiting for a chance to strike back.
He lowered his head to look at Bai Zhi. Her face was still bluish, her lips bloodless, and the rise and fall of her chest was nearly imperceptible. The Karmafire Pearl had gone completely dark, like an ordinary red stone.
He could not wait any longer.
He took the Mystic Ice Lotus from his robes. A thin layer of frost clung to its gray-white petals, and cold crept up from his fingertips. He had risked his life to bring this life-saving treasure out of the Extreme North Snow Cave, intending to save it for the final critical moment. But now, there was no final moment left.
He pressed the Mystic Ice Lotus against Bai Zhi's heart.
The icy cold seeped into her skin in an instant. Her body jerked violently, and her eyelashes quivered faintly.
Residual Misaligned Force gathered in Chen Wuya's palm as he slowly guided the cold energy into her body. Not to cool her down, but to force out the black qi tangled around her meridians. Mystic ice power was bitterly cold; an ordinary person would suffer frozen meridians from the slightest touch. Yet at this moment, only this cold could suppress the spread of demonic qi.
He said softly, "Zhi'er, promise me. Open your eyes."
His voice was very light, as though afraid of disturbing something.
But as those words fell, the Misaligned Force in his palm began to tremble faintly, its frequency matching a heartbeat. One cold and one hot, the two forces met beneath his hand and unexpectedly formed a resonance that traveled through Bai