Chen Ye's face was as pale as paper, utterly devoid of color. Beads of cold sweat covered his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Ling Feiyan would have thought he was already dead.
Even now, she still shuddered at the memory of that world-shattering scene from a few shichen ago.
That was not a power any human could possess.
There had been no fluctuation of Spiritual Power, no flashing runes, and no earth-shaking commotion.
In an instant, Chen Ye's pupils had turned a pure, unblemished black, like two black holes devouring everything. Then the dozen or so Azure Profound Sword Sect disciples who had charged toward them, along with the arrogant Steward Liu, simply... disappeared.
Yes, disappeared.
They hadn't turned into Blood Mist or burned to ashes. They had been completely "erased" from this world.
Even the ground beneath their feet had been left with a smooth, mirror-like hollow, as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly dug out a chunk of it.
Chen Ye, who had unleashed that power, had also collapsed from exhaustion and passed out in an instant.
It had taken every ounce of her strength to carry him to this secluded mountain cave.
"What... was that, exactly...?"
Ling Feiyan murmured to herself, her gaze troubled.
She felt fear, concern, and a trace of curiosity she hadn't even noticed in herself.
The Chen Ye she knew was a boy who kept a low profile and endured in the sect. His aptitude was average, yet he always managed to come up with clever ideas at crucial moments and get them out of trouble.
But who was that just now, a god or demon who seemed to command annihilation and destruction?
Just then, Chen Ye's eyelids twitched as