When they were about 100 metres from the source of the evil, a strong wind suddenly blew from below, so strong that it made people unable to open their eyes.
Hua Ling used his hand to block it: ‘Tsk, it seems we really aren’t welcome.’
Jiang Yu: ‘…’
Hua Ling sensed something was wrong with him: ‘What’s wrong with you?’
Jiang Yu: ‘…Nothing.’
Hua Ling turned to look at him, and Jiang Yu looked indifferent.
Hua Ling asked, ‘Are you sure?’
Jiang Yu frowned impatiently, ‘Nonsense.’
Fei: ‘…’
Without warning, the beast suddenly accelerated and dove straight towards the source of evil.
Hua Ling said sternly, ‘What are you doing? Don’t forget that your life is in our hands.’
Fei remained silent and charged straight towards the centre of the Demon Source…
‘Bang!’
‘Jiang Yu!’
The loud noise was not the result of the monster crashing into the barrier or the Demon Source, but Jiang Yu falling headlong into the formation from the monster’s back.
Hua Ling did not care about anything else, rolled over, jumped off the back of the monster, and ran to Jiang Yu’s side: ‘Jiang Yu!?’
Jiang Yu: ‘…hmm.’ A headache, a severe headache, accompanied by dizziness. This pain and dizziness began when he got close to the magic source, and the closer he got to the magic source, the more the pain intensified rapidly.
Hua Ling reached out and shook him gently.
Jiang Yu seemed to have fallen into a semi-coma: ‘…hurry…go.’
Suddenly, his body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a wisp of light smoke, returning to the ancient sword from the abyss that he had been carrying behind his back the whole time. It turned out that after he fell into a coma, his consciousness would automatically return to the sword to sleep. The heavy black sword hit the ground with a clang, emitting a muffled sound.