But he was still alive.
And his eyes were terrifyingly clear.
"Did... the plan work?" he asked, his voice rasping like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing together.
Ling Feiyan froze.
This man had just returned from the brink of death, and the first thing he asked upon waking wasn't about his condition. He wanted to know how the plan had turned out?
What kind of monster was he?
"It worked." Ling Feiyan's tone was complicated. "Han Wuji... didn't leave so much as a scrap behind."
"Good."
There was no joy on Chen Ye's face. He struggled to sit up.
"Don't move!" Ling Feiyan hurried to stop him. "Your body's about to fall apart!"
Chen Ye ignored her.
His Divine Soul was stronger than ever, and his control over his body had reached an entirely new level. He could clearly "see" every severed meridian, every crack in his bones, every patch of charred muscle.
It was bad.
But he wasn't going to die.
Supporting himself with both arms, he pushed his upper body up inch by inch. Every movement came with a "crack, crack" of bones shifting out of place and veins bulging on his forehead.
But he managed to sit up, leaning against a relatively intact section of stone wall.
"We have to... get out of here now," he panted.
"I know! But this place is about to collapse! And..." Ling Feiyan hadn't finished speaking when clear footsteps and several voices drifted faintly from the passage leading to the alchemy chamber's entrance.
"...That's an incredibly strong Fire Fiend disturbance! It's coming from this way!"
"Could some rare treasure have appeared?"
"Quick! We can't let someone else get there first!"
Ling Feiyan's spirit tensed instantly.
"Someone's coming!" she whispered, her voice full of tension. "At least three people. Judging by their