Ren Qing withdrew his gaze and glanced at Lin Cheng, who was trembling incessantly on his shoulder.
Lin Cheng forced himself to remain conscious and said, "Brother Ren, the rib may be a token for entering and leaving the Jailer Hall. Don't forget it."
"Let's get out first."
Lin Cheng did not reply. Having delivered the reminder, he fainted.
Ren Qing sighed.
If he could save Lin Cheng's life, it would only benefit him.
Forbidden Guards schemed and deceived one another; having more friends was always a good thing.
Fine wolf fur sprouted along his legs, increasing his speed once more while correspondingly reducing his stamina consumption.
As Ren Qing drew closer and closer to the rib, the blood rain gradually threatened to become a torrential downpour. Even he could barely keep his eyes open.
Fortunately, the bloody water was not corrosive. Otherwise, there would have been only one road: death.
Ren Qing silently committed the direction to memory and raced toward his destination, while Lin Cheng was already at death's door.
When he reached the area beneath the rib, he could not help opening his eyes and looking around. He discovered that the Jailer Hall covered an extraordinarily vast area.
He had no idea where the Eerie Objects were stored.
Ren Qing drew his Great Miao Saber and slashed down with all his strength. Sparks flew in every direction, and a white mark appeared on the rib's surface.
Yet he could not help letting out a sigh of relief. The rib was not as tough as he had imagined, which also proved that the Yang God Realm expert truly was on the verge of death.
Ren Qing swung several consecutive slashes, removing two thumb-sized fragments.
The gap in the rib healed at a visible rate. The surrounding walls of