Meng Fuyao smiled and slowly withdrew her hand, saying, "I'm good."
Zhan Beiye averted his gaze, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, yet he still gave her a playful and charming smile.
Meng Fuyao smiled back in return. Suddenly, the smile froze.
In front of them, a black shadow of half man's height silently appeared above Ji Yu's head, hanging upside down from the ceiling, crashing straight into Ji Yu's head.
Meng Fuyao sprinted forward.
Without looking back, Ji Yu drew his sword swiftly.
The speed of which he drew his sword was so quick that it was as though the sword was initially in his hands. The sword drove straight into the bundle of black shadow.
"Chi!"
Blood splattered over the pure white stalactite. A shriek could be heard from the black shadow as it brushed past Ji Yu, stirring up the stench of death and blood.
