The sky was azure, white clouds unfurling and rolling.
A flying ship no more than several zhang long tore through the blue vault, like a plunging meteor that vanished in an instant.
Song Wen sat cross-legged on the deck. Before him lay Rong Shao, collapsed on the ground.
Beside them stood a stone statue of a bare-chested nun.
The statue had been dyed crimson with fresh blood and exuded an eerie aura, throwing Song Wen's, Rong Shao's, and the entire flying ship's auras into disarray, making them impossible to track.
Song Wen frowned tightly, his gaze fixed heavily upon Rong Shao.
Rong Shao's condition was extremely dire.
His entire body was completely enveloped in dense, ink-black corpse qi of baleful intent.
This baleful qi had originated from Rong Luan and had initially been meant to bind Rong Shao. Yet after moving away from Rong Luan, it had not only failed to dissipate, but had instead uncontrollably invaded Rong Shao's body, surging through his meridians and dantian.
Rong Shao's body convulsed violently, as though he were suffering the agony of being sliced by a thousand blades.
Beneath his skin, countless tiny strands of black baleful qi seemed to be darting about madly. Wherever they passed, flesh withered, blackened, and gave off a rotten stench.
Even his sea of consciousness and soul had not escaped, both having been invaded by the baleful qi.
"Urgh... ah..."
Rong Shao clenched his teeth, but a suppressed groan of agony still squeezed from his throat.
Song Wen felt somewhat irritated.
He had finally managed to rescue Rong Shao, yet judging by his state, he likely would not live much longer.
Earlier, within the underground rock, faced with the aura lock of the hundred-zhang corpse coffin, Song Wen had used the stone nun statue to disrupt his