Narrowly Crossing Paths
When Nangong Hongye had resolutely chosen to stay behind alone and face the Devil Race, the Kirin Clan disciples continued onward with grave expressions, not daring to pause for even a moment.
They were also afraid of wasting the hard-won chance to survive.
Yan Jin's frail body hung directly on one disciple. In his poor condition, all he could do was hold his breath and lighten his steps as much as possible, easing the burden on the others.
As the second young master of the Kirin Clan, Nangong Hongxuan naturally took command of the group. In a low voice, he asked, "Senior Brother Yan, can we get in touch with Brother Jiang and the others?"
Yan Jin gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "We've already sent out a Distress Signal. We're probably too far away for them to respond. For now, we can only head toward the emergency shelter we agreed upon. But we still have quite a distance to go. I don't know if we can hold out long enough..."
As he spoke, he coughed. A mouthful of congealed blood surged up from his chest, and he spat it out with a splatter.
Nangong Hongxuan furrowed his brow and glanced back anxiously, only to be surprised to find that the mass of pursuing auras had fallen far behind them.
Given their speed, they certainly couldn't have shaken off their pursuers. The only explanation was that someone had held them back.
But the more he thought about it, the more doubts and confusion filled his mind.
From what he knew of his half-brother, selfishness, arrogance, and coldness were practically his defining traits. He was certainly no one like Feng Xuanzhi, who would sacrifice himself to protect others. If anything, the reverse seemed far more likely.