A streak of sword-light flew low and landed on the other end of the Yin Mountains, materializing into two figures.
Lu Mingshu, with the heavily injured Yan Wugui on her back, sprinted to the northwest.
Just previously, she had forced an escape by flying using the Yin Energy, which had nearly drained all her mystic force, and now she was relying on the meager mystic force from her meditation to press on.
The person on her back stirred slightly, speaking in a faint voice, "You... you're out of mystic force, put me down..."
"No way!" Lu Mingshu threw a handful of elixirs into her mouth, "We have to hurry while the barrier hasn't closed in yet."
"There's no need to go..."
"What are you playing dumb for?" She scolded and then, after running headlong for a while, she continued, "The Demon Emperor himself said you've inherited his Devil Nature—who knows how those people will treat you?"
"They... won't be so heartless..." he said, though his tone lacked certainty.
