The night descended, deep and oppressive, shrouding the tumultuous blood pool.
All around, an invisible psychic storm tore through the space like a raging beast, emitting a series of heart-wrenching wails.
Amidst this chaos and danger, Lin Dong and Luo Xue stood face to face. Around their bodies, a faint yet tenacious spiritual power barrier, like a transparent crystal ball, isolated all the brutality from the outside world.
Time seemed to freeze. A day and night's ordeal furrowed Lin Dong's brows, with fine beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
His eyes held both fatigue and resilience. Each fluctuation of the spiritual power barrier seemed to silently convey his persistence and effort.
Luo Xue looked at him, her eyes filled with heartache and self-blame. She knew her presence was gradually becoming a heavy burden for Lin Dong.
