Inside the altar of the Witch Tribe, bitter cold and a mysterious aura intertwined. Sixteen cyan jade lamps floated above a blood pool shimmering with dark red, their wicks spitting out deep blue flames. Amidst the swaying light and shadows, Shen Mingyue's face, pale as paper, flickered in and out of view. Minor ripples occasionally disturbed the surface of the blood pool, as though countless wronged souls were struggling at the bottom. Shen Qingyao sat kneeling at the center of the altar, the golden thread totems on her witch robes shimmering slightly with her movements as if recounting ancient Witch Tribe secret arts. Golden shamanic threads were wound around her fingertips, and the veins on her forehead bulged slightly from the exertion as she poured her spiritual energy without reservation into Shen Mingyue's body. Having exhausted all her strength three days ago to bring them both back to the sacred grounds of the Witch Tribe, she had not closed her eyes once. Her eyes were bloodshot, her lips chapped and peeling from extreme exhaustion, and every breath was accompanied by a subtle, stinging pain.
"Senior Brother, quickly get the Life-Prolonging Gu!" she suddenly cried out in alarm, her voice filled with panic and anxiety, echoing within the empty altar. At the heart of Shen Mingyue, that vague wisp of black mist was acting like a greedy venomous snake, slowly eroding her vitality. With each surge, her aura grew weaker. Shen Qingyao's lips trembled as she continuously c…
Chapter 100