"BOOM!" Suddenly, a muffled bang erupted from the now-pitch-black Spirit Pill, knocking the closest person, Shen Haoran, unconscious!
The blast forced both Ji Lingxuan and Elder Yan back several meters. Ji Lingxuan, who was already pale, now looked even weaker. Her face was completely devoid of color, and her long hair was covered in a layer of frost—the result of a backlash from the Nine Nether Qi.
"How are you holding up, little girl? Can you still go on?" Elder Yan asked worriedly.
"COUGH, COUGH... I'm alright! Brother Haoran must have succeeded, right?" Ji Lingxuan said with relief, looking at Shen Haoran, who was gradually being enveloped by black flames.
"This is no time to be worrying about him. You should be worrying about yourself! If Shen the kid saw you like this, his heart would break! But still... weren't you afraid? Afraid you might fail and get both of you killed?" Elder Yan said, a hint of lingering fear in his voice.
