Having been through countless battles and encountered numerous enemies, he had never felt such an oppressive force like now. It wasn't that Xiao Lin didn't want to move, but because the air pressure was decreasing bit by bit, making him feel a pressing burden, his heart uneasy.
He had experienced this feeling once before, with the man who took Fourth Master away in the Middle East, but now this oppression was even greater than back then.
"Who are you?" Xiao Lin slowly asked, gathering his breath in his chest. His steady voice reached the ears of the other, creating a resonant humming.
"The dead cannot be resurrected!" The other's voice line sent a slight pain through Xiao Lin's ears. He unconsciously clenched Hong's hand, vigilantly staring ahead. "If I could bring the person next to you back to life, how would you thank me?"
