Just as alarm bells rang in Xiao Yan's mind and he weighed whether to throw caution to the wind and call for help, the light above his head suddenly dimmed! The smell of coarse hemp, tinged with mildew, enveloped his mouth and nose.
His vision went black. A rough burlap sack had dropped over him with the speed of a thunderclap, engulfing his entire body! A powerful force followed, as though someone had wrapped their arms around the sack from behind and was trying to hoist him onto their shoulder.
Damn it!
Xiao Yan's heart sank, the sudden turn of events throwing him into a momentary panic. At that critical instant, Yao Lao's voice rang out in his mind, edged with cold fury.
"Hmph! You petty vermin dare run wild!"
In an instant, pale white flame abruptly rose from Xiao Yan's body. Its temperature was exceedingly low, yet it carried a domineering power that could burn anything! With a soft rip, the thick burlap sack proved as fragile as thin paper before the white flame, and a large hole burned through it in an instant.
The man clutching the sack felt an icy, piercing agony stab through his palms, as though ten-thousand-year-old profound ice had scorched them. He involuntarily screamed and jerked his hands away!
Xiao Yan felt the weight leave his body and immediately scrambled out of the torn sack on his hands and knees. Back in the light, he had no time to make out his attackers' faces or check whether the precious pill against his chest was intact. Summoning every ounce of strength, he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Help! Someone's trying to kidnap me! Xiao Clan, come quickly!"
His voice was clear and filled with terror, making it especially piercing