Nan Xian was shocked to hear this.
Why did Yunwu's jade pendant have no effect on Ahua? Why did he say those words?
Is Yunwu a friend or foe?
Before she could react, Ahua's smile vanished abruptly. He flashed in front of her, his right hand nails growing longer, and swung down fiercely—
Nan Xian felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and then it felt as if she had been slammed to the ground. All the bones in her body were dislocated, and she was in so much pain that she instantly lost all strength and collapsed to the ground in agony.
She was still conscious, but the pain was so intense that she felt like she was going to faint. Her mind felt like it was being churned up by a stick, making it impossible for her to concentrate.
Her last shred of consciousness and senses told her that someone was lifting her up by her arms.
After a moment of feeling suspended in mid-air, her stomach was pressed against a hard shoulder, causing her to feel dizzy and lightheaded again. She couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"Tch—as expected, women are all weak; they can't even handle this."
This is not Ahua's voice.
Yet, it felt somewhat familiar.
Nan Xian tensed up instantly, enduring the pain, and carefully examined the object.
Ahua smiled and said, "Humans are all like this. Without magic, they are nothing more than a bunch of fragile ants."
The man snorted softly, as if recalling something, his voice becoming deep: "A thousand years ago, the human race still depended on the demon race for survival. Even kings and nobles had to kneel and bow at our demon race's feet. Then the demon race fell due to disaster, and the human race took advantage of the situation and occupied the demon race's land... To this day, the human race has become the master of this land, while the demon race is controlled everywhere and has even been reduced to being driven by the human race!"
Ahua responded angrily, and the two demons then continued to nitpick at Nanxian.
Nan Xian was no longer paying attention to what they were saying; she was so shocked that she subconsciously ignored the pain in her body, all because—
That voice belonged to Xiao Jianfeng!
Although his tone and manner of speaking were completely different from the Xiao Jianfeng she had met, she was certain that she would not mistake that unique voice!
**
Nan Xian was unable to speak, and everything in front of her was pitch black. She could only listen to their conversation while still in shock, trying her best to glean any useful information from it.
Unfortunately, they were very wary of Nan Xian and didn't reveal any useful information along the way, mostly just expressing their resentment and complaints about humans.
Nan Xian recalled her previous interactions with Xiao Jianfeng, and she couldn't find anything strange about his demeanor, actions, or words.
Who exactly is he? And why would he turn on me?
Nan Xian's thoughts were a jumbled mess, a tangled mess that she couldn't unravel.
Suddenly, she sensed that they had stopped.
A breeze blew by, carrying a damp, rotten smell, mixed with the fishy odor of animal fur, reminding her of dark caves where sunlight never shines.
She was roughly thrown onto a table.
The moment she touched the surface, she couldn't help but shiver—she didn't know what material it was made of, but it was so cold it felt like lying directly on a block of ice, the chill penetrating her bones almost instantly.
She instinctively curled up, but it didn't work. She felt that in just a few breaths, her limbs stiffened and her fingers lost all feeling.
Nan Xian finally began to panic. She struggled, but her whole body was slowly being frozen. Her movements were very small, almost like spasms, and every breath felt like a sharp blade cutting her throat.
She cried out for help silently, and the darkness before her eyes gradually became clearer.
She saw two figures standing in front of her with their backs to the light, their expressions identically indifferent.
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