The Fall

The distance of one short street had become the dividing line between life and death.

One Immortal Yuan Guard after another turned back without hesitation to block the Bug Tide, and then were swallowed up.

The building with the Red Lantern hanging at its entrance was finally right before them. At Lu Ye's side, only Yu Qing remained of the Immortal Yuan Guards. Her spirit body had taken on an abnormal, translucent state; it was clear she had already reached the verge of dissipating.

At the final moment, she grabbed Lu Ye by the shoulder and hurled him out, shouting, "Hide inside, quickly!"

While he was in midair, the Crag Mountain Saber cut out a saber light, and the emerald blood of two locust-like Insect Race creatures spilled down.

Lu Ye landed in front of the building and turned to look, but he could no longer see Yu Qing. Behind him, there was only the flood of Insect Race creatures blotting out the sky and covering the earth as they chased after him.

He hurriedly pushed open the main doors, rushed into the building, and shut them behind him with a backhand motion. Immediately afterward, violent sounds of the Insect Race attacking came from outside.

But this was, in the end, a building bestowed with a special power of shelter, so no matter how those Insect Race creatures attacked, they could not possibly break through it.

Lu Ye's fists clenched tightly, his face gloomier than it had ever been. The grief deep in his heart made him feel an indescribable pain.

He had not spent long with Yu Qing and the others. At most, their friendship could only be counted as a chance meeting like duckweed drifting together on the water; it had not even reached the stage of being