The fighting spirit was all too familiar to Hei Yao; it was exactly Hei Yao's own fighting spirit.
However, the Battle Light erupted by Ji Ru Mo was different from Hei Yao's fighting spirit, as it contained Light Power.
"A trick of little skills! I don't believe you can escape this time." Hei Yao grabbed in the void, and with a sound like crackling, black Corrosive Sky Energy surged under Yun Sheng and Ji Ru Mo's feet.
The two seemed to suddenly sink into mud, their bodies continuously sinking, always at risk of being swallowed by the Devouring Power of the Qilin.
"Ji Ru Mo, don't mind me," Yun Sheng, unable to muster any Magic Power inside her, did not want to burden Ji Ru Mo. She knew well of Ji Ru Mo's strength; he should be able to escape the Devouring Power.
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Yun Sheng's hand was held.
Ji Ru Mo's hand was very slender, icy cold, like a piece of cool jade, devoid of any warmth.
In a moment of distraction, an unusual sentiment flickered in Ji Ru Mo's amber eyes.
