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Yun Yi looked in the direction I pointed, admiration gleaming in his eyes. "Good eye, Ling Xue. Let's go and explore this path to see if we can get through."
After several searches, we began to cautiously advance along the narrow trail. The higher we climbed, the more dangerous it became; this path was not as simple as it appeared. The ground was slippery, and on either side were bottomless cliffs—one misstep could send us plummeting into the abyss.
I tread carefully, ensuring each step landed on solid rock. Yun Yi followed closely behind, ever vigilant of our surroundings.
Suddenly, a rock shifted beneath my foot, and my body lurched downward. A surge of panic shot through me as I instinctively reached for a nearby rock, but they crumbled away at my touch.
“Ling Xue! Be careful!” Yun Yi's voice rang out beside me, his arm shooting forward to grasp me tightly.
I felt a force pulling me back, stabilizing my body on the path. I turned to look at Yun Yi, my heart filled with gratitude.
“Watch your step; the rocks here are unstable,” he cautioned.
Still shaken, I nodded, overwhelmed with appreciation for Yun Yi. Without him, I might have fallen into the depths below.
We supported each other as we carefully navigated through the treacherous area. We tried to lighten our footsteps to avoid causing vibrations in the ground. When we finally made it past the landslide zone, we both let out a sigh of relief.
As night fell, we set up camp on relatively flat ground. By the campfire, we exchanged clues about the Qingxin Grass and our understanding of the Azure Blood Sword's power.
Deep within the Abyssal Valley, our journey continued undeterred by the difficulties ahead. However, Mo Wuhen's pursuers loomed like an inescapable shadow, relentlessly trailing us; their pursuit added even more peril to our already treacherous path.
Just as we took a moment to rest in a dense thicket, a sudden flurry of footsteps shattered the surrounding tranquility. I sprang to my feet, Azure Blood Sword already in hand, while Yun Yi gripped his longsword tightly. We stood back to back, alertly scanning our surroundings and ready for battle.
“They're here,” Yun Yi said in a low voice, revealing a hint of gravity.
I nodded; I understood that this time we had to be even more cautious. Mo Wuhen's pursuers were not only numerous but also cunning and ruthless.
From the shadows of the thicket, the pursuers emerged like ghosts; their eyes were cold and their weapons drawn, glinting ominously in the dim light. Yun Yi and I exchanged a glance; standing back to back formed an unbreakable defense between us—no words were needed; we understood each other's intent.
The battle was imminent; without further ado, we launched our attack. Yun Yi struck first to seize the initiative; his swordplay was like a tempest—each strike resonated with a whoosh as he moved like a dragon through the air. With a grunt, several black-clad figures fell before him.
I wielded Azure Blood Sword like a specter weaving through the crowd of black-clad foes. My technique was one of softness overcoming hardness and speed defeating slowness; each strike flowed like drifting clouds—ethereal and unpredictable. The shimmering green light of my sword danced among their blades with ease, catching them off guard and forcing them into retreat under our relentless rhythm.
However, this time there were many more black-clad figures coming at us in waves using a tactic of attrition. Although Yun Yi and I fought seamlessly together, prolonged combat began to wear us down; our strength was gradually depleting and wounds were accumulating on our bodies.
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