Yang Mei watched the direction in which Pangu had departed, letting out a silent sigh of relief as his taut nerves relaxed slightly, much like a loosened bowstring. Beaded sweat now covered his forehead, glittering in the faint shimmer of Chaos—testament to the tension and pressure he had just endured. Large drops of perspiration rolled down his resolute face, each one seemingly carrying the weight of the heart-pounding ordeal he had just survived.
"Yang Mei, what should we do now?" a Chaos Demon God asked with a trembling voice, his tone seemingly warped by the oppressive weight of Chaos. His eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, like a child lost in a dark forest with no way out, blindly seeking guidance. His body shook involuntarily, and he could barely keep a grip on his magic treasure, whose dimming light flickered as though about to go out at any moment.
Yang Mei gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching slightly as a turbulent ocean raged within him. Fear, like a freezing undercurrent, battered against the defenses of his mind. He knew all too well Pangu's peerless strength; Pangu's overwhelming pressure was still vivid in his memory, and that world-splitting axe glare felt as though it could descend at any second to completely pulverize him. Every time he thought of it, his heart pounded violently, threatening to leap right out of his throat.
Chapter 84