Two battered figures floated helplessly, drifting slowly along invisible undercurrents in the void, without the slightest control over their course.
Qin He's consciousness alternated between clarity and disarray.
He clung to his last thread of lucidity, refusing to lose consciousness completely.
Because this was no refuge!
A void the Divine Court had designated a Forbidden Interlayer could not possibly be safe.
He suppressed the metallic sweetness repeatedly surging up his throat and mustered the last faint trace of his True Demon aura. Like a dying candle in the wind, it barely kept his senses functioning.
His gaze swept across the dense darkness around him, his fingertips trembling slightly as he caught the faint disturbances deep within the void.
There was no sound of wind, no rumbling.
But lethal dangers lurked in this nothingness.
Fine spatial currents darted unpredictably through the void. Whenever one grazed his side, it sliced through his remaining demonic energy barrier, drawing thin strands of flesh and blood.
Several concealed forces capable of shredding their targets also lay dormant in the darkness, restrained to the utmost. Before erupting, they showed no sign of their presence; once they locked onto a target, annihilation would come in an instant.
A moment later, Qin He's mind abruptly tightened.
He clearly sensed that he and the Burning Heaven Lord were not floating motionless.
The two were following a hidden current through the void, drifting ever farther into unknown depths.
Behind them lay the entrance to the rift through which they had just escaped. The aura there was relatively calm and stable, making it the only safe area in this land of death.
But now, that relatively safe area was rapidly receding.
And in the deeper darkness ahead, a bone-chilling cold was silently approaching.
That aura was exceedingly strange. It seemed silent