The enormous corpse Ye Lin had originally split in two began to fuse back together, even the Beginningless True Flame on its surface gradually dissipating.
In the end, the monster actually recovered, standing stiffly upright before the two of them.
Even its injuries had fully healed, and its blood-red eyes fixed on them once more.
At that moment, both Ye Lin and Gu Qingzhi watched the creature with grave expressions.
It had been dead beyond all doubt just moments ago—yet now it could actually come back to life?
What exactly was this thing's origin?
What kind of creature was it?
Even stranger, not only had the monster revived, but its aura was stronger than before.
It exerted an incomparably heavy pressure on them both.
"I told you, get out of here."
"Since you refuse to get out, then stay here forever."
"No one may disturb my young master's slumber. No one."
The monster let out a series of roars, then turned into a black afterimage and swiftly charged at Ye Lin.
"So fast."
Ye Lin's pupils contracted. This thing was more than twice as fast as before.
Gripping the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, Ye Lin flashed aside and evaded its attack.
"Damn it, suppress!"
Gu Qingzhi drew out her azure long zither again. Her hands danced rapidly over the strings, her ten fingers all turning into afterimages.
Wave after wave of sound rippled through the cave.
The monster, which had just been tortured until it wished for death by these sound waves, was now completely unaffected by them.
"You hateful thing, die!"
The monster ignored Ye Lin altogether and threw a punch at Gu Qingzhi.
"You think I'm a soft persimmon for you to squeeze? Suppress!"
A smile curled across Gu Qingzhi's lips. She suddenly slammed both hands