"Is this Eternity?"
Her intelligence was as sharp as frost, instantly perceiving the critical clue.
Yet Lu Bu'er spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion turning pale as paper due to excessive exertion. Under his skin flowed black veins, intertwining like petals of a Lianhua, intermittently visible.
"Hmm, hurry up and find her true form."
He forced himself to speak, "I can't hold on for too long."
Chen Jing's pupils, where sunlight flickered, were now traversed by surging data streams. A swift scan across the puddles on the sand eventually fixed on the two o'clock direction: "There."
Her raised right hand was decisive as if waving a battle flag; a series of sharp Black Blades fell like a tempest, splashing water like waterfalls in the puddle.