Chen Yi acted almost without thinking, his sword blade unsheathed in an instant.
Since he couldn't see, then there was no need to see! In barely half a breath, Chen Yi turned sideways, his sword intercepting in front of Donggong Ruoshu, releasing Sword Intent, causing ripples to rise and dust to swirl, strands of hair brushing her cheek.
In the panic, Yin Weiyin blinked his eyes, and when he reopened them, he saw Chen Yi's face twisted and pale, a muffled groan escaping his throat, his body standing unmoving like cast iron.
Pain pierced his forehead, Chen Yi didn't know where this agony came from; sharp as a silver needle piercing wet rice paper, desperately trying to penetrate his mind.
What was that?
It seemed as if his mind was melting inch by inch under the sharp spur, inflaming and swelling as if expanding multiple times, Chen Yi tried to focus his mind, in a daze, he could see some dragging light and shadows.
Chen Yi exerted himself to open the Heavenly Eye.
