An Xiaotong was surprised to discover that this frail body possessed an unimaginable recovery ability. That blow had clearly injured its internal organs, yet within a few breaths, the wounds had already begun to heal.
"Little White is here!!"
A sudden howl rose up, sounding like ghosts weeping and wolves howling.
A strange light flickered in An Xiaotong's eyes. "That's Uncle Li's voice... Little White? It's Bai Ye!"
"Little White is here! Little White is here!!"
Li Baitian shouted until his throat was smoking. With a flip of his hand, he pulled out a bottle of liquor and began chugging it.
He casually tossed the microphone to Bai Ye. "Brother Little White, give it a shout or two. I've smoked too much, so my throat's no good."
Your throat's no good?
Bai Ye curled his lips, took the microphone, and paused before saying, "With the sound this loud, An Xiaotong must have heard it long ago. If she still hasn't come out, she's probably in danger. No, I need to go save myself!"
"Xiao Tong! Is that you, Xiao Tong?" Li Baitian suddenly put down his bottle, his face lighting up with delight.
Bai Ye looked toward the voice and immediately brightened. "I" had finally come out!
A figure clad head to toe in black-silver armor slowly emerged from the huge hole, holding the Pure Silver Cross Sword. Specks of blood still stained the armor, making her look like a knight returning in triumph.
"It's me, Uncle Li." Bai Ye's calm voice sounded from beneath the silver-white mask.
"It really is you, Xiao Tong! You're the only stubborn girl who insists on this. How many times have I told you? Call me Brother Li, not Uncle. You're making me sound old." Li Baitian quickly stepped forward.
At that moment,