Lin Yi's hoarse voice echoed through the stone hall.
Forcing his weakened body to move, Lin Yi barely managed to stand.
His legs were still trembling. The emptiness left by his exhausted Spiritual Power made every step feel like walking on cotton.
He slowly made his way toward the coffin where Ye Xing lay.
The lid of Ye Xing's coffin wobbled open a crack, revealing his eyes. They darted left and right.
In fact, Ye Xing had been jolted awake by the cold when Lin Yi unleashed the Phenomenon.
When that bone-deep chill engulfed the hall, he had lain shivering in the coffin, gritting his teeth and not daring to move.
Only after Lin Yi's hoarse voice rang through the hall did he dare poke his head out.
Ye Xing cautiously surveyed the hall. Finding no danger, he threw off the coffin lid and ran toward Lin Yi.
"Big brother, are you all right?" Ye Xing asked worriedly.
Lin Yi looked rather battered.
His clothes were torn, and his bare torso was covered in wounds. A long scratch ran down his left arm, bruises covered his back, and the cut near his thigh was still bleeding.
"I won't die. Help me sit down over there first," Lin Yi said hoarsely.
"Right, right!" Ye Xing hurried over and helped Lin Yi to a flat spot, where he sat down.
The moment Lin Yi sat, the last of his strength seemed to drain away. He leaned against the stone wall, gasping for breath.
"There shouldn't be any more danger, but stay alert. I need to recover," Lin Yi told Ye Xing.
To save time, Lin Yi activated the devouring property of the Great Wilderness Art and began drawing Spiritual Power from the Spirit Crystal inside his abdomen.
Spiritual Power surged from the