Yang Huiru heaved a sigh of relief, finally, it was the familiar Yang Fan again.
The blood-red eyes faded away, the ferocious and terrifying expression was gone, and Yang Huiru kept shaking Yang Fan: "Yang Fan, are you alright? What happened to you?"
Yang Fan had his eyes closed, moved his lips, and a faint breath seemed to be his last: "Find a safe place."
After the big battle, the Demonic Nature seemed to have subsided, but Yang Fan felt extremely weak, without any strength throughout his body, unable to move, and speaking was so difficult.
Yang Huiru understood what Yang Fan meant, helped him up from the ground, picked up that red, terrifying Dagger, and walked in that direction.
...
On the outskirts of Yanjing City, on the inconspicuous mountain top, that huge Green Winged Bird was squatting in the grass, barely moving, with a noticeable big hole in one wing.
