Evil Aberration in the Valley

The Blood Infant was crimson all over, floating above the valley. Under the cold moon's silver radiance, it looked even more like an evil ghost or malevolent specter.

Its spiritual pressure spread across the wilds, and a faint trace of puzzlement surfaced in its eyes.

At that moment, a figure flew out from the gloom at the bottom of the valley and halted not far from the Blood Infant. It was Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's wrinkled, filth-stained clothes fluttered in the night wind. Looking at the Blood Infant, he asked, "Was there something unusual?"

The Blood Infant said, "Just now, inside the cave at the valley floor, I faintly sensed an exceedingly subtle fluctuation of Spiritual Sense. But it vanished in an instant."

The Blood Infant's voice was not that of a child. Instead, it was an incomparably seductive woman's voice.

In this desolate wilderness beneath the cold moon, such a voice coming from the mouth of an evil ghostly specter was indescribably eerie and terrifying.

"A Spiritual Sense fluctuation?!" A grave look flashed through Fu Yi's eyes. Naturally, he had sensed nothing. In terms of the six senses, he was far less sharp than the Blood Infant.

The Blood Infant said, "Perhaps it was my illusion. More than a month ago, when you and I were practicing, something went wrong with our circulation of qi. My blood body was damaged. Though I have recuperated for a month, I have yet to fully recover."

Fu Yi gazed over the vast mountain wilderness beneath the night sky, and the gravity in his eyes eased somewhat. He knew the Blood Infant's abilities well. Not only was it far faster than him, but its six senses and the range of its detection were beyond his comparison.

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