The severed leg Xingshuang was holding in its jaws was still dripping dark gold blood beads, which froze into hard ice lumps the moment they hit the ground, making crisp "clack, clack" sounds. Lord Dog galloped on three legs, looking as disheveled as a plucked ostrich, while carrying the gasping Chen Mo, whose face was paler than a corpse, on its back. Behind them, dense flocks of deep blue ghost fires swarmed like a poked beehive, and the Ice Soul Guardian converged and closed in silently, their chilling murderous intent forming near-tangible needles that sent a cold shiver down their spines.
"Lord Dog... faster... the ice lumps are catching up..." Chen Mo lay flat on the dog's back, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, feeling as though every jolt was shifting his internal organs. The Nirvana Core in his Sea of Consciousness was like a flashlight running out of batteries, its light so dim it could go out at any moment, relying entirely on the increasingly intense, black-hole-like pure attraction ahead to keep his last breath of life hanging by a thread.
Xingshuang made a rattling "gurgle" in its throat, its huge dog eyes filled with the tragic indignation of, "I am running like I have four legs when I only have three, what more do you want?"—yet its movements remained unhesitating. Beneath its frost-covered dark gold scales, the runes flickered desperately, and every three-legged push against the ground exploded with all its might, plowing deep claw marks into the mir…
Chapter 160