Chapter 204 The Soul-Calling Shrine (1/3)

Yan Yu's statement, "It cut off its connection to the earth," was delivered with a nonchalant air.

But the moment he finished speaking, the iron-blooded aura that had been condensed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the apocalypse burst forth without any restraint.

The surrounding air was instantly sucked out of the heat and froze into ice.

Night Wind is dead.

Even the chirping of insects in the forest has died.

In his eyes, the temple, bustling with incense offerings in the night, was nothing more than a malignant tumor that had to be eradicated immediately.

He lifted his foot, about to step over it.

Just one step, and the landscape will change.

But he had only taken half a step when a soft little hand gently tugged at his sleeve.

The force was very light.

But it froze his steps, which were powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers.

"Brother, don't worry."

Ruan Tang tilted her small face up, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a soothing tone.

Demolition is the priority; cleanup is nonexistent.

This is Yan Yu's survival rule ingrained in his bones: simple, brutal, and efficient.

But now, things are different.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes.

The murderous aura that almost froze the night melted away instantly when it met her clear, almond-shaped eyes, like thin ice under the blazing sun.

The murderous intent in his eyes dissipated, leaving only his focused gaze on her reflection.

A silent inquiry.

Ruan Tang didn't explain much, but simply shook his arm, her small hand sliding down to grasp his large, dry hand.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

Yan Yu felt a barely perceptible distortion in the scenery before his eyes.

The next second, the salty, cold night wind from the beach vanished without a trace.

What hits you is a pure spiritual energy so rich it's almost tangible.

The two had already appeared in Ruan Tang's personal space.

[Squeak! Finally inside! The air outside is so smelly and salty, it's turning the mouse's fur yellow!]

A snow-white little ball of fluff popped out of Ruan Tang's pocket with a "whoosh"—it was Xiao Bai, who had been suffocating.

As soon as it landed, it rolled around dramatically on the grass, patting its round little belly vigorously with its two shiny mithril paws, looking completely blissful.

[The air here with my little master smells the sweetest! One breath and I feel like I could fly!]

The little white figure stood up, its dark purple beady eyes curiously looking around before finally settling on Yan Yu.

It twitched its pink little nose and tilted its little head.

Huh?

The chilling murderous aura emanating from this big guy has vanished!

Just now outside, that aura scared it so much that it didn't dare to breathe loudly in its little owner's pocket.

Now that he's come in, he's turned back into that wooden-faced guy who only knows how to cook delicious food for his little master.

Xiao Bai was very satisfied with this change. He ran happily to a spiritual plant and began to dig up his little treasure.

Ruan Tang ignored this drama queen.