The moment the secret chamber door shattered, a cold wind reeking of rotting corpses rushed in, and the candlelight went out with a puff. Ye Fan's pupils contracted to fine lines in the darkness, and the piercing pain of the Heavenly Wood Bud splitting in his Sea of Consciousness made his temples throb—this was a warning that his Unity of Heaven and Man talent was about to overload. Yet the smile spilling from the corners of his lips grew even richer. The darkness had been just like this when his path was severed in his past life, but in this life, he carried his Inner World and four companions to whom he could entrust his back.
"Fall back behind the stone table!" He caught Qín Wǎnshuāng's wrist with a backhand grip, his fingertips tapping three times quickly against her palm—this was their agreed-upon secret signal to deploy a trapping array. Qín Wǎnshuāng immediately lowered her head, the soles of her boots grinding across the ground as three array flags vanished into the cracks of the bricks following the trajectory of her steps.
Lin Zhaoyue's sword had already cleared its scabbard by three inches, the cold light reflecting the cinnabar mole at the outer corner of her eye like a leaping ball of fire, her sword tip lightly pointing at Ye Wuji's throat: "Move, and I'll shatter your shoulder blades." Su Qingxue's short flute pressed against her lips, and the breath she expelled was not musical notes, but mint-cool blade Qi that precisely sliced open the masks of the approac…
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