As the storm raged on, Yi Yun and Lin Xintong began to drift deeper into its core. The membrane of light created by the Dao Leaf began to vibrate intensely, and it seemed like they would forever be lost in the void.
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong held hands, and using their Yin and Yang energies, they maintained the membrane of light, preventing it from rupturing. However, if this carried on, it was equivalent to being sitting ducks.
Yi Yun was anxious. In this scenario with death assured, he could not think of any ways out.
What could he do? What?
Yi Yun's mind raced with thoughts, and at that moment, he suddenly saw a shadow flash past in the turbulent spatial storm!
Oh? That is…
Yi Yun's eyes flashed as he made out the shadow in the spatial storm clearly. It was actually a floating corpse… the dead Black-armored Demon God's corpse.
