Night fell.
After the towering flames died away, the endless snowfields were shrouded in a blizzard, turning into a dark, lightless polar night.
With the light, supple woman on his back, Xie Jinhuan quietly trudged through knee-deep snow in the darkness, occasionally glancing back at the sky behind them. Only after they were far from Sword River did his taut nerves relax a little.
After Fangcun's earth-shaking explosion, Xie Jinhuan had nearly been knocked unconscious on the spot. Once he recovered, he picked up Bu Yuehua and hid in a snowdrift. After waiting a short while, he saw Lü Yan suddenly go mad and chase south, and only then swiftly made his escape.
Although Bu Yuehua had fought as though aided by the gods, that did not change the fact that her Divine Soul was damaged and she was wounded. After the intense fighting and another blast, she had nearly passed out; everything afterward had been the "Ancestor's Power" carrying her along. Now she lay dazed on his back. Only after an unknown stretch of recovery did the howling wind drown out the ringing in her ears, and her thoughts gradually cleared.
Looking around, she discovered that they had reached the snowfields far from the trouble, and she breathed a sigh of relief too. But the sensation of divine assistance within her was gone. The exhaustion of both body and Divine Soul left her barely able to raise her head. She could only rest her chin on Xie Jinhuan's shoulder and ask softly:
"Whew... you're not hurt, are you?"
Xie Jinhuan had plenty of superficial wounds, and the blast of flames had scorched his robes black, but overall, he could still hold on. He answered with a smile:
"I'm fine. Lü Yan suffered a setback just now too. He probably