Silk!

In the game.

Chu Nuan City.

When Fang Yue opened his eyes, it was as if time had slowed. A bloodied arm passed slowly across the night sky right before him, splattering his face with blood.

Roars, shouts, cries for help—every kind of sound was jumbled together, making his head ache.

"Qing Chen, I'll hold them off! Get Brother Ye out of here!"

Fang Yue felt a tearing pain all over, as though his meridians and the structure of his body had just been violently transformed by some crude means. He was so weak he could barely move.

But then he heard a familiar furious roar. It was Jing Yan's voice.

A dark figure was flung over from the distance and landed in front of him. It rolled twice, then sprang to its feet and shouted angrily toward the front without even noticing Fang Yue on the ground or looking back. "Jing Yan, if you're going, we're going together!"

Perhaps because he had awakened, strength began to stir and surge through his entire body.

Fang Yue struggled to sit up. His inner force surged wildly, as though his body were parched earth finally touched by rain, soaking through him and repairing his condition.

The only problem was that circulating his inner force still caused waves of stabbing pain, as if his meridians had been injured.

Had Night's Breath still not recovered?

Fang Yue frowned, put aside his strange condition for the moment, and looked in the direction Qing Chen was facing.

In the distance, a dark figure turned back and shouted at them, "Get Brother Ye out of here! I'm not that easy to kill... Brother Ye?"

The figure's voice, which had just been trembling with passion, faltered when he saw Fang Yue sitting up. He froze in confusion for