"Ah—————————"
Ailuodi threw back her head and let out a sharp, prolonged howl!
No, now was not the time for regret and sorrow. Chaoyang had said that everything here was entangled with the Evil God, and if the fog could be dispelled to get the timeline back on track, maybe the world could return to its original state.
This cry was both an alarm to awaken herself and a vow that she would never easily admit defeat—she would destroy the Evil God and bring her partner back to the world of the living.
Just then, a soft plop entered her ears.
The Angel froze.
She slightly loosened her grip on him and looked up in surprise. An unbelievable scene unfolded before her: the blood on the ground was slowly reversing its flow, seeping back into Chaoyang's cold body.
She wasn't dreaming, was she?
Shocked, Ailuodi carefully laid Chaoyang back down, fearing that any rash movement from her might stop this phenomenon.
Plop...
Plop!
