After making up his mind, Lu Xiaotian reached out and tugged Mo Yuyan toward him. The two were already standing very close, and Mo Yuyan wasn't particularly wary of him. After all, for now they were still grasshoppers tied to the same string. With the Bloodweeping Mosquito Demon pursuing them, starting a fight between themselves would be suicidal—unless the other party had a death wish.
With her guard down, Mo Yuyan was pulled straight toward Lu Xiaotian. The Misty Sword Embryo wrapped around them both, forming a huge sword-shaped light shield. Their speed surged another notch.
"How much farther?" Lu Xiaotian asked gravely.
"At this speed, it'll take at least another hour and a half to get there," Mo Yuyan replied, her expression solemn.
Lu Xiaotian glanced behind them. Relying on the golden mist alone to hold off the Bloodweeping Mosquito Demon for that long was pure wishful thinking. He asked, "Do you have any other means of protecting yourself?"
"I still have two Mistbound Divine Fruits," Mo Yuyan said.
"Nothing else?" Lu Xiaotian frowned. The Bloodweeping Mosquito Demon had already been caught by that trick once. It wouldn't fall into the same pit twice.
"Nothing." Mo Yuyan gave a bitter smile and shook her head, secretly sizing Lu Xiaotian up with a doubtful look. Though his voice sounded somewhat strange, and he wore a cloak and a mask, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was familiar. Yet no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of anyone she knew who fit the bill. He was not only cold and brusque toward her, but also astonishingly powerful. His sword intent was exactly like that of the person who had barged into the Yangli Sect back then.
Still, plenty of people in the Chaotic Demon Realm dressed