Chen Dengming's eyes flashed with amusement, and with even greater effort, he blew a breath back.
The intimidation from the Soul Devouring Ancestor never completely disappeared, sweeping over the river like a wild wind from time to time.
The two continued their little back-and-forth, soon relaxing, even sharing a quiet kiss. Their spirits were content, seemingly putting life and death aside, without taking it too seriously.
Enjoying a romantic moment under the relentless pursuit of the Nascent Soul old monster, this dangerous and thrilling scenario was possibly the most breath-taking event Chen Dengming had experienced in his later years of cultivation.
After a long while, and after the termination signals of all four incarnations were successively received, the aura of the Soul Devouring Ancestor eventually faded.
Chen Dengming and He Yingyu looked at each other, their eyes completing a silent conversation, both deciding not to leave the silt straight away.
