But just as he held her thick thigh to lift her up and rip those clothes, a series of frantic, terrified screams echoed from the dark corridors outside the treasure hall.
Dozens of surviving cultivators from various minor factions came sprinting past the shattered entrance, faces pale with horror as they blindly pushed each other out of the way.
And the reason?
Because behind them an enormous, violently roaring wall of living black mist swept through the ruined streets like an unstoppable tidal wave, hunting and swallowing stragglers whole. Their screams cut off the instant they were consumed.
Gu Fan was not afraid of the mist.
His Tier-2 Heaven-Devouring Poison Body could withstand the corruption. But Song Yan? She could not.
He pulled the extorted Black Moon Palace leyline map from his Void Band and rapidly scanned the glowing ink lines that displayed the safe paths of the ruins.
