Chen Hutian gazed at Xue Ling, whose back was turned to him, and let out a heavy sigh of relief. But before he could even relax, an intense sense of crisis welled up within him.
Meanwhile, Xue Ling carefully searched for Shen Haoran's aura within the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Array. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, all she could feel was a vast, cold expanse of Yin Qi. 'Does this mean Shen Haoran died inside?'
At this thought, Xue Ling's heart sank. 'Shen Haoran holds my very life in his hands! If he's dead, then I won't live for much longer either.'
'It's all because of this damn Hehuan Sect!' Killing intent surged within Xue Ling. 'Since I'm not going to live much longer, I might as well drag these people to the grave with me. And the first on my list is Chen Hutian!'
Xue Ling turned, her eyes flashing with icy killing intent. The very air around her seemed to freeze over.
