"Please wait a moment, Senior. I'll see if I can get you out. As long as it's within my power, I won't hesitate."
Now that he knew the black skeleton's identity, Ye Xuan let his guard down.
Although he didn't know what kind of person Xiao Chuhe truly was, with so many legends about him circulating throughout the continent, such a reputation couldn't have been earned by a hypocrite.
Besides, he could sense that Xiao Chuhe's soul was indeed incredibly weak, making a possession attempt nearly impossible.
Ye Xuan immediately headed deeper into the Jueyin River. He was still a hundred meters away from Xiao Chuhe's skeletal remains.
A depth of 3,600 meters was already his limit. With every step, Ye Xuan endured a terrifying chill, causing the Endless Molten Flame inside him to shrink further.
After another fifty meters, he felt his head grow faint and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
