The moment the black fog engulfed Lin Xinghe, she felt as though her back teeth were about to shatter.
It felt as if rusted chains were crawling through her meridians, every inch of her flesh and blood emitting the faint sound of being frozen and cracking, even the star waves stirred up by the Sword Soul in her sea of consciousness becoming sluggish—that was the natal star chart she had spent three months forging within the seventeen Sword Arrays of the Sword Tomb, yet at this moment it was suppressed by the corrosive Qi of the Nether Order to the point where it could not revolve even a fraction.
"Pain is the proof of being alive," she silently chanted to the star chart on her chest. When the taste of blood spread across the tip of her tongue, she suddenly heard Li Xue's tear-laden cry from the tunnel entrance: "Sister Xinghe, watch out!"
This cry was like a red-hot silver needle piercing straight into her chaotic consciousness.
Lin Xinghe opened her eyes abruptly to see Li Xue stumbling into the tunnel from the entrance, blood staining her temples, holding a celadon bottle in her hand.
The hem of her skirt was snagged by something, exposing a few bleeding scratches on her lower leg—it was one of Lin Xiao's Yin puppets!
Chapter 40