"This place could collapse at any moment!" said Ye Feimu, his voice weak. "Once it does, we'll be teleported out!" He was speaking, of course, to the Violet Fate Sect disciples, not the Western Desert Cultivators.
His face was pale, and within the paleness could be seen pulsing black lines. It wasn't poison, but rather some sort of parasitic insect, the result of some bizarre magical technique from the Western Desert. After being infected, the result would be either injury and critical Cultivation base loss, or death.
Were it not for this, Ye Feimu wouldn't be in the current state he was, not considering the level of his Cultivation base.
Chu Yuyan clenched her jaw, slapped her bag of holding, and produced some medicinal pills which she swallowed. The whole group wore expressions of resolve. Unfortunately, other than Chu Yuyan, all of them had the strange black lines on their faces; it seemed they had all had been infected by the parasitic insect.
