In front of him was a seam-tight darkness, into which not even the light of the Flowing Gold River could penetrate.
Beside him were chaotic breaths, making the calls of the Fangyuan Cicada seem incredibly distant.
Ash felt as if he were dreaming, or like he had just woken from a slumber, groggy and disoriented. Amidst this haze, a lucid thought sometimes flashed through his mind—why hadn't he crushed her heart yet?
Was it on a physiological level that he lacked the strength to resist?
Was it on a rational level that he still needed the Silver Lamp to control the Fangyuan Cicada?
Or was it... all because of the influence of the Blood Seed?
"Ugh!"
Ash suddenly felt a pain on his lips; astonishingly, it was the Silver Lamp biting through his lower lip. Lips were far more sensitive than fingertips, and Ash, in response to the pain, instinctively drew back. However, the Silver Lamp pressed in even harder and even seemed to want to bite a second time.
This madwoman!
