"I… am fine." Cheng Sheng gasped as he held Fei Yin's arm holding him. His back is soaked in sweat, as well as his forehead has beads of sweat that trickle down the side of his face. "I just forced my way on using the talisman. I was unfamiliar with it, so…" He explained.
They finally understood. Things are urgent, and every second, the participants might die. They have no way to find the demon acting as the leader while under the control of the culprit. Cheng Sheng used the fastest and the most practical, yet also very dangerous, way.
"Thank you." Zheng Fu Gong spoke with a hoarse voice. He can't look at Cheng Sheng because he feels guilty.
Cheng Sheng's face is still pale. "It is fine… no one can do this, nor can I force anyone – " he said when his voice abruptly stopped because Fei Yin held him tight in his embrace. He sharply inhaled in pain, but he couldn't complain because he knew how Fei Yin felt.
He might have lost his life there earlier.
