The Tiger Demon, who had been standing behind them, suddenly sensed something. Its ears shot upright, and it dropped to the ground with a thump, not daring to move.
An incomprehensible surge was spreading from Xiao Ran.
In an instant, Wu Man's mind faltered. He could clearly feel a terrifying aura welling up from Xiao Ran, but what confused him was that the aura felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
It seemed like it was, yet it wasn't. Dark, bright, energies of all kinds intertwined, converging into something that seemed to gather all things together, quiet them, and even... assimilate them.
The rain slowed strangely as it came within three feet of Xiao Ran. At last, each raindrop hung suspended in midair, neither falling nor evaporating.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, while the void around Xiao Ran twisted rapidly, as if dragging everything nearby into chaos.
"Xiao Ran!!!"
Seeing this, Wu Man's expression changed. He ignored his injuries and hurried toward Xiao Ran.
The closer he got, the more the flesh on his body tore apart. His already ragged wounds split open again, blood gushing out—only to evaporate into the air the instant it left his body.
He strode to Xiao Ran's side. Though Xiao Ran was right before him, his figure was so blurred that he seemed to be in another time and space.
Wu Man gritted his teeth and thrust his palm into the nothingness before him.
"Shrr, shrr, shrr..."
The sound of sand grinding came from beside his ears. In just an instant, the flesh on his palm had been worn away, exposing the bone beneath.
But Wu Man didn't stop. He kept going until he slapped his hand onto Xiao Ran's shoulder.
It was a light slap, but he had put all his strength into