Ji Qingwu pulled a pale blue pill from her sleeve pocket and slipped it into her mouth.
Squeezing her hand tightly, she said reassuringly, "It's alright. I'm here. You can rest easy."
Tao Wanxin's lower abdomen throbbed with a sharp pain, but between Ji Qingwu's words and the pill, she felt as if she had a pillar to lean on.
"Qingwu, I'll be alright."
Ji Qingwu nodded emphatically.
Duan Mingfeng was still locked in a struggle with the "Prison Director." While the Soft Sword lacked devastating power, it was incredibly difficult to deal with, able to change its trajectory at will. It was simply not suited for a prolonged engagement.
The "Prison Director" was clearly more adept at close-quarters combat. Wielding a short blade with fluid ease, his eyes gleamed with a vicious light as he began to force Duan Mingfeng back.
Seizing the opportunity, Ji Qingwu tossed a handful of powder at him. The blue dust shimmered as it flew, looking as if it were laced with a deadly poison.
