In the narrow, dim maintenance corridor, Wu Liangchen stood motionless, his chest heaving and his breathing ragged.
Although the fight had been brief, the pressure had been immense.
Facing Yin Jiu's final, life-betting death curse, in particular, had consumed a massive amount of Wu Liangchen's Life Fire.
Fortunately, Wu Liangchen's Qi and Blood reserves were profound, so he hadn't suffered any fundamental damage.
Just then, Song Ling'Er's urgent question came through his earpiece.
"Big Brother Wu, how are things on your end?"
Wu Liangchen quickly controlled his breathing, making his voice sound as steady as ever.
"I'm fine. Just took care of a small problem."
"That's good." Hearing that Wu Liangchen was truly fine, Song Ling'Er audibly sighed in relief.
"Stay put and remain hidden. Things might get messier soon," Wu Liangchen warned her.
"Okay! You have to be careful, too." Song Ling'Er's voice held a slight tremor.
