The Magical Halo

Following the disastrous and sudden fall, the youth spat out a weighty mouthful of blood, his crimson life essence splattering across the ground like a ghastly painting.

His eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and defiance, locked onto Lu Xueqi, the Poison Arrow Fairy, who stood tall and unyielding, her presence as cold and lethal as the toxins she wielded.

Though his exterior seemed relatively unscathed save for the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, his internal organs were shattered, ravaged by the insidious ink poison coursing through his veins.

Each breath he drew was a struggle, his life force ebbing away with every passing second.

Without an antidote, he would not last an hour—a grim reality that hung heavy in the air.

Without a word, the two ladies exchanged a fleeting glance, their silent understanding speaking volumes.