Long Yeyue's gaze fell on Leng Yaozhu amid the ruins. Without the slightest hesitation, she reached out to seize her.
Just then, something changed abruptly in midair. Before everyone's eyes, the space in front of Long Yeyue shattered inch by inch, and an ink-black Spatial Blade swept out of the void, severing her hand.
"Squelch!"
With the sound of tearing flesh, blood gushed out, and the severed hand fell into the rubble below.
Everyone present froze at the sight, drawing sharp breaths.
Then they followed the spatial fluctuations with their eyes and saw Lin Fan, who had appeared beside Leng Yaozhu without anyone noticing.
Lin Fan's expression was calm. He turned to Leng Yaozhu, smiled, and spoke.
"I'm here."
Seeing his familiar figure before her, Leng Yaozhu felt her panic settle into peace.
That was how Lin Fan was. He always gave her such a profound sense of security.
In Leng Yaozhu's heart, as long as Lin Fan came, it felt as though the sky could never fall.
Meanwhile, Long Yeyue finally reacted and screamed in agony.
"Ah! My hand!"
Lin Fan ignored Long Yeyue's screams. He wrapped one arm around Leng Yaozhu's slender waist and flew up with her.
In midair, Lin Fan used his power over time. Transparent ripples spread through the surrounding space, and time seemed to flow backward.
The stones and timber that had collapsed into rubble rose into the air, restoring the damaged house to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Once he had finished, Lin Fan held Leng Yaozhu and landed steadily on the newly restored roof.
Seeing Lin Fan appear before him like a god, the Ghost Emperor's eyes flickered with apprehension.
He truly had never imagined that Lin Fan would actually cross the long river of ten