Secret Chamber (4)

One day earlier, within the secret realm

When Tan Yin woke, he felt as though his head had been struck by a heavy hammer. His skull throbbed and swelled, countless sharp pains pricking him densely like needles and throwing even his thoughts into disarray.

The agony from his right arm came in surging waves, one after another. The pain was so intense that it seemed his arm no longer belonged to his body, as though it had been torn away, leaving only the strange intermingling of numbness and searing pain.

Tan Yin clenched his teeth as bead-sized drops of sweat rolled continuously down his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples.

As his mind gradually cleared, Tan Yin slowly recalled everything that had happened before he lost consciousness. Anger and unwillingness immediately filled his heart.

At the time, the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who had already gathered together were suddenly attacked by a demonic vine. The vine was like a furious ferocious beast, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Its thick tendrils lashed wildly through the air like steel whips, every swing raising a piercing howl of wind.

Without the slightest hesitation, his junior brothers and sisters drew their swords and charged forward, engaging the demonic vine in a fierce fight to the death.

Because Tan Yin had been injured earlier and could not move easily, he deliberately kept a safe distance and did not rashly approach.

His junior brothers and sisters were highly skilled with the sword, their techniques practiced, their coordination seamless. With their strength, they had been fully capable of dealing with that demonic vine. Thus, Tan Yin had not been overly worried for their safety.

Yet danger often descended when one least expected it. Tan Yin had never imagined that someone would ambush him from