Holding Lu Xinyan in his arms, Lin Yu staggered forward deep into the Forbidden Land of Heavenly Demons. Every step he took felt like a tug-of-war with the Grim Reaper. His body was like a crumbling, dilapidated building that could collapse at any moment. Blood gushed ceaselessly from the horrifying wound on his chest, staining his clothes entirely crimson. In the dim forbidden land, that splash of bright red was exceptionally glaring, seeming like a countdown to the fading of his life.
The Forbidden Land of Heavenly Demons, a land completely shrouded by darkness and evil, felt like a giant cage trapping Lin Yu within. Thick and pungent Demon Qi lingered all around, like countless invisible tentacles wantonly eroding his body and soul. The air was filled with the scent of decay and death; every breath felt like swallowing endless despair. Jagged rocks of various shapes—some resembling dancing demons, others like painfully twisted souls—seemed endowed with life in this gloomy environment, coldly watching the intruder.
Lin Yu's consciousness began to blur, and the excruciating pain in his body acted like sharp steel blades constantly cutting into his nerves. His vision flickered between clear and hazy, while his mind continuously flashed with his mother's haggard face, the anxious eyes of Su Yao and Murong Xue, and the ferocious smile of the Demon Emperor. These images intertwined like a never-ending nightmare, making him struggle in agony.
Chapter 63