The night was like ink, and the ghostly green fire in the snowy mist burned ever brighter, staining the ice field a ghastly cyan. Ye Fan's Inner World suddenly churned with towering waves, the Power of the Heavenly Dao spreading like a spiderweb. Two miles ahead, an oppressive mass of shadows was surging forward. The scraping of bone armor and the dragging of chains, mixed with eerie, sinister wailing, closely resembled the underworld military formations he had seen in the Netherworld during his past life.
"They're coming." His Adam's apple bobbed, and the starlight patterns on the Jiuxiao Huanpei in his palm burned hot enough to scorch.
When he had fallen in his past life, he had perished precisely at the hands of these Nether Soldiers refined from the grievances of departed souls. Yet at this moment, warm blood burned within his chest: the cold fragrance of Su Qingxue's silver threads still lingered on his wrist; the lingering warmth of Lin Zhaoyue's scabbard brushing his shoulder had not yet dissipated; Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Gu Insect stirred gently in his sleeve; and the blood-soaked scent of Qín Wǎnshuāng's command flag mingled with the plum blossom fragrance in her hair... These vibrant breaths belonging to the living gave him more peace of mind than any magical treasure ever could.
Chapter 416