On the ruined teleportation plaza.
Luo Xiu's right arm hung limp, his body swayed as he walked slowly forward.
The ancient stone ground, covered with the marks of time, bore a series of distorted blood footprints.
His eyes were lifeless, his sanity fading, and the crimson aura emanating from him seemed to stain the void, forming a blood mist that enveloped the world.
He slowly raised his left arm, his fingers slightly curved, as if trying to grasp something.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, a painful cry from behind made him stop, and at the same time, his raised left arm paused in mid-air.
It was Lin Xiyue's painful cry.
Though it was a cry of pain, it was like heavenly music, instantly cleansing the blood madness in his eyes.
As the eerie blood light vanished from his eyes, Luo Xiu's eyes regained clarity, and the blood aura around him quietly dissipated.
"Xi Yue?"
Luo Xiu turned to look at Lin Xiyue, his gaze trembling.
