In some deep corner of Moyang City, Si Lanyi and Meng Luo were enveloped in rippling rings of light.
"Lanyi, don't worry about me! Just run!" Meng Luo wailed, her face covered in tears. If it weren't for her, Si Lanyi would never have been trapped here.
Demonic Qi raged wildly above Si Lanyi's head, and a malevolent aura surged from her body. Hearing Meng Luo's words, she turned her head sharply, her pitch-black eyes filled with murderous intent. Meng Luo shuddered, then gave a faint smile and resigned herself to death.
But after a long wait, she heard Si Lanyi's voice, strained but determined. "Meng... Sister Meng Luo, hold on! He... He will definitely come!"
"Yi Yi!" Meng Luo shot up and lunged toward Si Lanyi. She had just seen a short blade piercing through Si Lanyi's left shoulder—and Si Lanyi herself was the one holding it.
