The vibration deep within the fissure suddenly surged, as if a giant hammer had struck the void three heavy blows. The rusted sword in Ye Fan's palm hummed and trembled, causing even the green jade within his Inner World to radiate warmth—this was a sign that the laws of the Heavenly Dao were being distorted, just as they had been when he was backstabbed in his past life.
His Adam's apple bobbed as his peripheral vision swept over the four women beside him: the silver threads along the edge of Su Qingxue's folding fan were trembling slightly, Lin Zhaoyue's Taichu Sword had already cleared its scabbard by three inches, Chǔ Hóngzhūang's Golden Silkworm was crawling up her wrist, and Qín Wǎnshuāng's charcoal pencil was sketching a crooked line across her handkerchief.
"It's the red jade resonating." Yun Ying's battle armor blazed with stellar light, his voice tinged with suppressed urgency. "Qinghuan's consciousness is struggling out of the fissure, but those... those things are pulling her!" He pointed toward the roiling, misty crevice where the previously faded Earth Vein patterns had suddenly flared, writhing and twisting through the air like countless red vipers.
Chapter 282