Inside the cavern.
The frigid wind was like countless invisible ghost hands, clawing wildly at the rock walls.
Now and then, a drop of water fell.
Plip.
In the deathly silent space,
the sound was magnified countless times, like a heavy hammer striking the heart.
Bi Yao leaned against the slick stone wall, her right hand gripping the Heartbreak Flower tightly. Her knuckles had gone white, betraying the tension she felt.
Her lively eyes were now fixed on the darkness at the end of the passage.
Just moments ago,
the spiritual energy fluctuation that had made heaven and earth change color had vanished.
Completely vanished.
What did that mean?
Either that terrifying Black Water Mysterious Snake had been killed,
or that Qingyun Sect disciple had become snake droppings.
Reason told her
the latter was ninety-nine percent likely.
After all,
that was an ancient variant, the Black Water Mysterious Snake.
Even her father, the Ghost King, would have to think twice before facing it.
Let alone a righteous sect disciple who looked only a few years older than her.
"He must be dead..."
Bi Yao murmured silently to herself.
She didn't know whether she felt regret or relief.
The righteous sects losing a prodigy was good news for the Holy Cult.
But when she turned her head and saw the foolish boy beside her,
Zhang Xiaofan stood stock-still in the middle of the passage, like a soulless puppet.
The Firewood Stick in his hand flickered with green light, illuminating his face, pale as paper.
He wanted to charge forward,
but his legs felt as heavy as lead, trembling violently.
"Hey."
Bi Yao couldn't help calling out.
Her voice echoed through the vast cavern, wavering slightly.
"Stop looking..."
"At that level of battle, even the aftershocks could crush you to dust. If