Li Yan did not look back. He gazed at the dim long alley he had seen countless times before, his expression calm.
"Alright!"
Zhao Min extended her snow-white, slender jade hand and naturally took hold of Li Yan's large hand at her side. Rare concern appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"Hehe, it's fine!"
Li Yan finally turned his face to the side, a smile appearing on it.
His purpose in doing this was to find out whether Nascent Soul Realm "soul spirits" would appear ahead.
A profound unease filled his heart. The same feeling had likely arisen in Zhao Min's heart as well—or rather, she had sensed his unease.
According to their guesses, there was over a fifty-percent chance that an advanced "soul spirit" they could not handle would appear ahead.
Even if the other party would not pursue beyond ten zhang, against the attack speed of a Nascent Soul Realm "soul spirit," Li Yan had less than a twenty-percent chance of dodging. ??
That was under the condition that it had no physical body, and its attack speed and power had greatly diminished.
If Li Yan was struck, then either his sea of consciousness would be annihilated in an instant, or he would suffer grievous injuries that would be difficult to heal. That was not something he could recover from simply by meditating and regulating his breath.
Nascent Soul Realm "soul spirits" attacked too quickly. If Li Yan himself failed to react in time, the spiritual-power rope tied to his body would not mean much.
Its greatest use would only be to drag his physical body back in the end. Anyone who went could perish in such circumstances.
Yet Zhao Min did not fight him for the task. Whether she or Li Yan perished, it would be the same—the