Yan Ji soon felt something was wrong, as she sensed a profound and arcane aura from Ning Cheng, seemingly the circulation of an ultimate Dao Rhyme.
Then she saw Ning Cheng's eyes trembling slightly. Was he about to awaken? There was no hint of joy in Yan Ji's heart, only desolation.
Under normal circumstances, she would have been overjoyed by Ning Cheng's awakening, but now she couldn't muster any happiness. Once Ning Cheng awoke, he would be killed by others.
In this desperate situation, she could harm herself, but found herself unable to harm Ning Cheng.
"Boom…." Yan Ji hesitated only for a moment before two streaks of vital energy blasted in front of her again.
The wild energy swept Yan Ji into the air, and as a mist of blood sprayed out, she tumbled down at the foot of a slope, lifeless. Yet, she still held Ning Cheng tightly, even positioning her own back downward.
