Baili An's fingers gently pressed against the muddied crimson skin, his nails piercing the flesh, and the particularly bright blood staining his fingertips.
He tasted it and detected the filthy aura of the filth demon, along with the corrosive power of the "Shermo Li."
His gaze deepened, realizing Ning Feiyan's injuries were far more severe than he had imagined.
Indeed, that filth demon was a manifestation of one of her souls, and the spiritualized filth air inflicted fundamental harm on her.
Moreover, the "Shermo Li" was known to be a force that even gods and demons would dread due to its wildly erosive power.
She was resisting it so stubbornly but probably couldn't hold out for long.
"It hurts..." she whimpered painfully, burrowing into his embrace, her breath chaotic and trembling, "Save me..."
She clutched at Baili An's shirt, pleading desperately, "Don't abandon me, the Wilderness is so dark, I'm scared all alone, Mother, Yan'er wants to go home..."
