Chapter 754: The Location of the Abyss (Part 3)
Yu Muhan's heart pounded wildly, and fear gripped her. She couldn't help but shout, "What are you going to do?!"
The Holy Lord did not answer; her hands were firmly held in his grasp, and she had no strength to break free.
In darkness, a person's five senses are amplified to their limit.
Feeling the pain and misery of having his clothes ripped off piece by piece, Yu Muhan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was trembling.
Yu Muhan couldn't remember what happened after that.
With her eyes half-open, she vaguely saw a dazzling white light descend, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, extremely blinding.
Pain and coldness swept over her like a tidal wave, and she felt like a lone boat battered by storms, on the verge of breaking apart.
In a daze, Yu Muhan had a strange feeling—was this the closest she had ever been to a god?
No, this is not a god!
How terrifying...
Who can save her?
*
The rain was torrential, and dark clouds loomed overhead.
The entire cathedral was shrouded in a misty rain, making it indistinct.
Yu Muhan stood in the rain, her long hair soaked and scattered across her pale face.
"Miss Yu?"
A familiar voice came from behind, but Yu Muhan no longer had the strength to turn around and look.
Murong Dan walked over slowly, holding a crimson oil-paper umbrella. He tilted his head to look at her, a hint of surprise in his dark eyes.
Yu Muhan glanced at the man, unsure whether it was because she was in a daze or because the heavy rain blurred her vision, but she felt that Murong Dan's complexion was not good, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
"What are you doing here?" Murong Dan looked up at the sky and asked her, "It's raining heavily, aren't you going to take shelter?"
Yu Muhan withdrew his gaze, his pale, weak lips parting slightly: "Dirty."
Murong Dan: "Dirty? What's dirty?"
"Your body is dirty."
Murong Dan was puzzled. He took a step closer to her, but the girl seemed to be greatly frightened and quickly dodged to the side. Upon closer inspection, one could also see that her body was trembling violently.
"No! Don't come near me!" Yu Muhan's eyes were bloodshot, and her delicate face was contorted with an unprecedented ferocity.
The fleeting fear and resentment in her pupils did not escape Murong Dan's eyes.
Yu Muhan stopped looking at him, immediately turned around and left quickly, as if there were some raging flood or beast behind her.
Murong Dan could only watch helplessly as the girl fled.
The next second, Murong Dan's face turned pale. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, and blood seeped out from between his fingers and fell to the ground, where it dissolved with the rain.
Damn it... that shot from Chi Ye last time almost killed him.
The power of the Holy Dragon's Blood-Weeping Spear is truly immense; it truly deserves to be one of the Nine Divine Weapons!
Murong Dan gritted her teeth, a faint red light flashing in her dark eyes.
Damn Chi Ye, damn Li Yuan, damn Ye Fei!
Soon... once I've recuperated, I'll deal with you all slowly!
...
The Demon Realm.
The elixir that could protect Li Yuan's life was finally refined by the ancestor Qiu Yu.
“Miss Ye, give this to Li Yuan.” Ancestor Qiu Yu handed Ye Fei a porcelain bottle filled with pills. “Take one pill in the morning and one at night. This amount is enough to support him for a month.”
Ye Fei took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and sniffed it a few times.
Some of the herbs in this elixir were spiritual plants that she personally picked within the Eight Desolate Divine Realm.
As Qiu Yu tidied up the medicinal herbs on the table, he said, "I'm leaving now. You'll be in charge of looking after Li Yuan for now."
Ye Fei asked him, "Ancestor Qiu Yu, where are you going?"
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