The soft light of the illumination pearl lit up the cave. You Qi lay down on a black robe, her breath weak and haggard, not the slightest bit of red in her face.

Not too far away, Qin Yu was sitting down cross-legged. His wounds had scabbed over and his face was half-hidden in darkness, making the edges seem even sharper.

The Skythunder Bamboo was placed at the entrance. Every time a flash of lightning appeared it signaled the destruction of a demonic soul. Blacksky Demon stayed outside the scope of the thunder, continuously absorbing the fragments of demonic souls, his body becoming increasingly black, as if it would blend in with the darkness.

Suddenly, a light whisper sounded out in the cave. It was weak, yet filled with charm.

Qin Yu opened his eyes. He stood up and quickly walked forwards.

You Qi’s long eyelashes shivered. After several deep breaths, her eyes slowly opened. As her pupils locked onto his own, the corners of her lips curved up, “I can’t believe I’m still alive.”

Qin Yu let out a breath of relief. He lightly said, “You have good luck.”

You Qi curled her lips, not bothering to expose his act; the medicinal efficacy within her body was the best proof of this. If it was able to rescue her, it had to be a spirit plant at least several hundred...