The endless Blood Ghost Vines, the countless Blood Monkeys.
There were too many, so many that it was unimaginable...
"Qin Yi, save me..."
Qin Yi watched helplessly as Xia Yanbing was pierced through by the Blood Ghost Vine and dragged toward the Heavenly Pit.
"Qin Yi, save me..."
Qin Yi wanted to save Xia Yanbing, but it was as if he were stuck in a muddy quagmire, unable to move. This was the most helpless he had felt since he began his cultivation.
He was powerless, could only watch as Xia Yanbing was dragged into the Heavenly Pit and vanished.
Sorrow and anger, an endless killing intent made Qin Yi madly roar toward the sky.
"Xiaobing..."
In the spacious, bright room, on the large bed near the floor-to-ceiling window, Qin Yi awoke from a nightmare, sitting up abruptly, drenched in sweat.
"It hurts..."
A weak yet familiar voice made Qin Yi freeze completely.
Staring at the familiar face in front of him, Qin Yi opened his mouth, his eyes fixed.
Xiaobing?
