The air within the cave grew so dense that the falling droplets of moisture hanging from the stalactites turned into brittle shards of frost.
The gray temporal dilation, held at bay by the dual resonance of the two matching physiques, groaned along its invisible seams like ice under the keel of a warship.
Xu Xiansu did not turn her head. Her orange eyes remained pinned to the spectral woman whose face, posture, and aura that mirrored her own with unnatural fidelity.
The dagger in her right hand twitched once, the temporal law woven through its edge humming a silent, lethal note.
"Mengyao, you deal with that kid," said Xu Xiansu, her voice cold, level, and utterly devoid of hesitation.
Xia Mengyao immediately nodded.
There was no need for explanations between them.
The moment the command left Xiansu's lips, Xia Mengyao's spiritual qi erupted beneath her boots as she dissolved into a dazzling streak of light, darting across the cave with breathtaking velocity!
WHOOSH!
