A strange warm current slowly flowed from Chen Ye's body into every part of her. Within it were both the endless vitality of the Yin Yang Chaos Scripture and the same-source resonance of Slaughter Heart Sword Intent.
Her injuries were actually beginning to heal, slowly but surely.
Ling Feiyan's body stiffened.
She lay across Chen Ye's back, feeling his steady breathing and heartbeat. The unfamiliar scent of blood and dust clung to him, filling her mind with confusion.
Could a devil... save people?
Or was this just an "investment" to make better use of her?
Chen Ye paid no attention to the woman's wild thoughts.
He carried Ling Feiyan, feeling her soft, frail body, and frowned slightly.
What a hassle.
But he knew he had to do this.
In this world, danger lurked everywhere. Information meant life.
This woman was his only source of information for now.
He set off, carrying his nominal "creator," and strode resolutely into the endless darkness ahead.
Not long after they left—
Boom!
A deafening blast rang out as a violent force blew apart the rubble blocking the stone chamber's entrance from within.
Han Wuji emerged, disheveled and covered in blood. One arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his aura had grown feeble to the extreme.
But he was still alive.
His eyes burned with anger and greed more intense than the fires of hell.
He sensed the lingering auras in the air and fixed his gaze on the direction Chen Ye and Ling Feiyan had gone.
"Wretch... bitch..."
"You can't escape!"
"You're both... mine!"
He let out a bestial roar and shot after them like a streak of black shadow.
The hunt had begun.
The darkness was cold and viscous, like a living thing.
Chen Ye's footsteps echoed through the silent passage,