Zhao Tian's gaze turned toward the ridge of the fragmented terrain, where a jagged plateau jutted from the earth like the spine of a great beast.
Somewhere beyond that, he felt... a presence.
"Someone's inside," he muttered under his breath.
Before Yan Zijin could respond, a sharp swoosh rang through the air as Zhao Tian surged toward the presence.
Yan Zijin blinked in surprise, then swiftly followed him.
As Zhao Tian neared the source of the presence, his gaze narrowed further.
Below him there is broken land with its surface cracked and scorched, as if lightning had struck it repeatedly.
Amidst the debris, a single figure was lying motionless.
His gaze sharpened, seeing the black hair splayed across the bloodstained earth and a pair of well-developed breasts.
A... woman?
He dropped lower, landing softly on the ground and the scent of blood hung thick in the air.
Yan Zijin landed beside him a second later, her feet skimming the cracked stone.
