Before the temple, the silence was profound, and the chilly breeze of early autumn added a sense of desolation to the open mountains.
Li Chen was still holding Lin Xiaoxiao, whose dagger was now embedded in Li Chen's heart.
At that moment, the raging power within Li Chen seemed to stall as if that single stab had drained all his strength.
The heart, the most vital part of a person, was pierced by the dagger, seemingly stopping its beat.
Fortunately, that energy quickly gathered into his heart, and the organ, which had stopped, began to beat again. Even the dagger lodged in the heart seemed to pulsate with a "thump-thump" sound.
"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?" There was a hint of sadness in Li Chen's eyes, while Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to have gone mad, clawing wildly.
"Hahaha!"
A wild laughter emerged from behind, and Li Yang stood up, appearing extremely pleased, "You didn't expect this, did you? There's no escape from this trap."
