A bead of blood rolled along Jiang Ye's temple and into his pupil, causing him to stagger half a step back.
The fierce winds kicked up by the spacetime turbulence tore open the final three inches of distance between them. Ye Shuli's outstretched hand was still suspended in mid-air when she saw Jiang Ye suddenly clutch his head and drop to his knees.
"Who... are you?" Blood mixed with cold sweat seeped through the young man's fingers, and fragments of the bronze Compass tumbled out from his sleeve, tracing bizarre arcs through the void.
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