Chen Ye suddenly opened his eyes to find that the candlelight cast shadows on the wall, and the space in front of him was completely empty.
Yet the distinct sensation on his face felt overwhelmingly real.
He could feel that this was a pair of soft, icy, woman's hands, gently caressing his face.
This was not an illusion.
The hair all over Chen Ye's body stood on end.
He desperately wanted to dodge, but to his horror, he found that his body seemed bound by some invisible force, unable to move the slightest bit.
A bone-chilling cold spread downward from his face, and wherever it passed, fine frost formed across his skin.
His body temperature uncontrollably began to converge toward those unseen palms.
At the same time, the majestic vitality and blood essence within his body also began to be drawn outward, surging along his meridians toward his face.
Chen Ye's complexion was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He could feel it.
A force was devouring his vitality, draining his life essence.
Under the influence of this force, Chen Ye could neither break free nor resist.
He could only watch helplessly as his vitality was drained away bit by bit.
If this goes on... I'll die...
An unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in Chen Ye's heart.
This was no longer a confrontation on the level of martial arts.
Instead, it was a force of a higher order—an existence he could not comprehend at all.
Chen Ye felt his life force draining away rapidly.
Right at this critical juncture, Chen Ye remembered the intense heat contained within the Radiance inside him.
He clenched his teeth fiercely, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes as he directly activated the twelve motes of Radiance within his body.