Sura's body was growing colder, and Ye Yinzhu's eyes had become icy. Little Silver Coin stood beside him, dumbfounded, looking at Sura in Ye Yinzhu's embrace. It didn't dare to make a sound that might disturb Ye Yinzhu.
Holding Sura, Ye Yinzhu slowly stood up, "Flore." the two words, squeezed out from between his teeth, instantly dropped the room's temperature to the freezing point. Ye Yinzhu's eyes had somehow turned to a deep red, both his white scleras and black pupils were now the same color—a breathtakingly terrifying aura began spreading out from him.
"Dumb kid, stop. If you get demonized, there's no way we can save this girl."
The sudden voice, like a shout, jolted Ye Yinzhu from his intense pain. He was stunned for a moment before subconsciously glancing at the ring on his right hand.
