"Duck down! Who, me?"
Gao Ming was astonished. He was separated from that girl by a distance of thousands of meters, amidst which a large number of Martial Artists and deformed blood-thirsty Demons were roaring madly. Yet, he felt like the girl was talking to him, and Gao Ming thought he must be going crazy. Or perhaps, in this Purgatory-like world, going insane might actually be better. He didn't hesitate, doing as the girl said, holding his sister tightly in his arms.
Swoosh!
Something brushed past his scalp, chilling the top of his head.
Gao Ming's teeth chattered, his body trembled, and he instinctively reached up to touch—blood!
For a moment, Gao Ming thought his Heavenly Spirit was torn open, almost peeing in his pants.