Yang Jian's actions on the other side progressed smoothly.
Meanwhile, Huang Ziya, who had been running with the Ghost Candle in the darkness, had also reached her limit. Her legs gave way and she stumbled and fell onto the hard concrete pavement, the fall dazing her and nearly knocking her unconscious, while the Ghost Candle in her hand was extinguished by the impact.
She wanted to find the Ghost Candle, but she had no idea where it had fallen to. Fear and dread made her breathing and gasps even more frantic.
The surroundings remained eerily silent, but Huang Ziya could feel a cold draft nearby, sending shivers down her spine and deterring her from searching for the Ghost Candle any further. Instead, she considered how to keep herself alive.
After all, she had already bought some time; it should be enough.
