Following Yin Yue's urgent words, Wang Xiao's expression grew dim.
Not from what she had said, but because he felt utterly drained, as if not a shred of strength remained within his worn frame.
"Why... don't you have much time? And how did I end up here?" Wang Xiao mumbled, his thoughts drifting away from the dire state of his physical form, seeking answers to the deeper mysteries that had led them to this moment.
Yin Yue replied with a sense of urgency lacing her voice, [Ugh... just listen to me. The soul eater behind us, it's been constantly exerting pressure on our souls. It's almost done separating them. You understand? It will consume both our souls if you don't free yourself. We hell Spirits are extremely vulnerable in our spirit form—I won't last a second, you... still... have ti—!]
"Huh? Yue!?" Wang Xiao's voice cracked with sudden panic as her voice abruptly cut off.
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