Xue Mao's fur bristled with immense energy as it anxiously pressed its glowing paws to Xiao Ming's chest, channeling what little yin qi it could spare into the unconscious cultivator. Each pulse of energy was a battle against time itself, the delicate balance of yin and yang threatened by the chaotic energy surging within the maze.
Though broken apart, the looming danger of the surroundings had yet to fade, the whole place was eerie as well, bearing a feeling of gloom.
Xiao Ming's body was a hollow shell, battered by the spiritual and physical toll of his experience in the alternate dimension.
The cat's eyes narrowed with frustration. Xiao Ming's consciousness flickered in and out like a flame on the verge of extinction, each attempt to wake him leaving his body weaker. "Brat, wake up already!" Xue Mao hissed, its voice more urgent now.
