She fell into an embrace scented with cedar…
The crowd screamed and scattered.
Wh-what is that?! Yun Yishan froze in place, watching helplessly as the Ghost Hand tore through the air, heading straight for her face!
The pressure of death was right upon her! In despair, Yun Yishan covered her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs:
“Help!!”
The next second, her world suddenly went silent. Her heartbeat, her breathing as if all had been ripped away.
Trembling, she opened her eyes and peered through the gaps between her fingers.
Her pupils contracted.
At some point, Lu Feichen had thrust himself between her and the Ghost Hand. Surging Mental Power poured out from within his body, forming an ice-blue barrier. With just one hand, he held back the monster’s approach!
The two forces collided, and formless energy swept outward like a raging wind. Yun Yishan’s long hair was whipped up by the gale, blurring her vision. The hem of Lu Feichen’s white military uniform danced wildly in the storm, blue light swirling around his body as he firmly shielded her behind him.
Yun Yishan was overjoyed: Big Brother, we’ve got this!
The Ghost Hand was pinned in midair, its five fingers twisting ceaselessly, the eerie blue patterns beneath its skin pulsing like veins. The next second, the Ghost Hand shuddered violently and a crack split open across the ice-blue barrier with a “crack,” spreading like a spiderweb.
Lu Feichen’s expression changed. He turned his head aside, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Yun Yishan was alarmed: Big Brother, can you actually handle this?!
The Ghost Hand gradually broke free of the suppression, baring its fangs and claws, pointing straight in her direction! Yun Yishan’s blood seemed to freeze instantly, it was coming for her!
A shrill howl reached her ears, like countless wronged souls and evil spirits churning. She listened intently and realized the howling was coming from the core of Thousand-Jin. She recalled the scene when Thousand-Jin had devoured her in the void, a pitch-black silhouette had silently stared at her. Was this shrill sound coming from it? What exactly was hidden inside Thousand-Jin?
If facing that black shadow the first time had been ignorance without fear, this time, she was truly, genuinely terrified. She couldn’t help but scream: “Lu Feichen! Lu Feichen!! Save me, ahhh!!”
Almost the instant she shouted, she fell into an embrace carrying the scent of cedar. Lu Feichen turned sideways and pulled her into his arms, raising his arm to block in front of them, once again raising a barrier to hold back the approaching black mist.
Yun Yishan didn’t dare open her eyes at all. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.
“Don’t be afraid.” A cool, clear voice sounded by her ear, tinged with a hint of strain, and the arm holding her slowly tightened.
Yun Yishan’s nose stung with the urge to cry. She couldn’t help burrowing deeper into his embrace before slowly opening her eyes, meeting his pitch-black, calm gaze.
Lu Feichen looked down at her, sensing her trembling in his arms. This time it wasn’t an act, she was genuinely frightened. His heart clenched as if suddenly seized by a hand, and he immediately softened his voice, murmuring soothingly: “I’m here. It’s all right.”
In the thick black mist, Yun Yishan couldn’t see his face, but that familiar scent gradually calmed her down. Her consciousness hazy, she murmured: “Emperor, is Your Servant… about to die?”
Lu Feichen’s heart wrenched violently. Blurred memories flooded his mind, transforming into boundless panic. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: “No! You won’t die. I’m here.”