"Ye, put me down. If this continues, both of us will die!"
The two inquisitors had already turned a corner and disappeared. Yan Ye's strength should not be inferior to those two, but he was lagging behind because he was carrying her. The fire grew brighter and brighter, and Beiting Huang struggled in Yan Ye's arms.
"Don't move!"
Beiting Huang's struggles definitely increased Yan Ye's burden. He firmly told Beiting Huang the answer with his arms that were increasingly restrictive.
The flames had already caught up, and the path ahead was also covered by flames. They were surrounded, and tongues of flames wrapped around the two of them. There was no way out. Yan Ye simply stopped. He smiled and shook his head helplessly. "Are you afraid to die with me?"
