This man who had received a faint "premonition" from the unseen now looked to be in very bad shape.
When he opened his eyes, even his pupils were flooded with blood. Seeing him bleed from all seven orifices and begin to sway rapidly, Chen Ruiping could not help frowning.
Yet Li Ce himself seemed completely unaware. He merely raised his head with difficulty and watched the sketches before him burst into flame without fire.
He weakly nodded at his companion and spat out only one word. "Quick." Chen Ruiping immediately stepped forward and supported him. Seeing that was not enough, he simply bent down and carried him on his back.
"This way—"
Blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and even the traces in his eyes rapidly dimmed. Lying on Chen Ruiping's back, Li Ce struggled to guide him.
By now, merely seeking a vague hint of a premonition had nearly cost him his entire life.
Before that sliver of awareness in his mind vanished, Chen Ruiping carried the grievously wounded man on his back and crossed more than ten meters in a single step, racing across the tops of buildings.
Even when someone noticed them and cried out in alarm, he paid no attention. With the wind howling beneath his feet, he did his best to let the person on his back lie a little more steadily.
Li Ce's aura was plunging like floodwaters released from a dam, yet he still followed that thread of sensation and forced himself to direct Chen Ruiping onward, crossing streets and buildings toward another place.
What he had done earlier was like taking an exam. After confirming that the answer to a question definitely existed, the examinee skipped every step of the solution and directly searched the environment for the answer