"Mian Mian, Mian Mian?"
"Mm—"
Jiang Mian rubbed her eyes, still seeming somewhat drowsy.
A blast of cold wind swept over her, making her shiver as she instinctively hugged the source of warmth beside her tighter.
"Mian Mian, wake up!"
As Ye Chenyang called to her, the experiences from the dream and her memories from before she fainted gradually aligned. Only then did Jiang Mian remember where she was.
She jolted upright from Ye Chenyang's arms. "Brother Ye, how long was I unconscious?"
"One minute."
Seeing that she had finally awakened, Ye Chenyang quietly sighed in relief and swiftly went over the current situation. "Yu Zhengqing was thrown out by [Sinking Fragrance] to scout the way. He's in terrible shape, but he still held back one clone."
"The other two clones are already at their limit. They'll break through the line of defense any moment now."
After saying that, he asked for Jiang Mian's opinion. "Mian Mian, how about sending out two more clones and trying to break out?"
"No."
Jiang Mian shook her head.
Xuanhuang was already on its way.
Never mind what method Ye Chenyang had used to help her break free from the dream's suppression—the immediate problem came first!
She gave [Annihilation] a quick check. Its Fusion rate was rapidly rising.
Perhaps it was the magnificent destruction caused by the city-toppling Cataclysm just now, or perhaps it was her going all out in the dream.
In any case, this harvest should keep it rising rapidly for quite some time.
And for all that, she had nearly capsized this time...
Forget it. She would definitely be more careful next time!
At the very least, until she had the ability to face an eighth rank, she must not show herself so easily again!
Jiang Mian clenched Ye Chenyang's hand