Capítulo 68: Heretical God Eye

As Yan Jin levitated in the air, his attention shifted away from the ongoing battle and towards the auras of two figures below him—the Purple Spear Meng and the City Lord. Though his eyes were covered, his other senses painted a vivid picture of their battered forms. The stench of blood and sweat clung to them like a thick fog, mixed with the acrid scent of burnt flesh and lingering corruption. Their breathing was labored, rasping like old bellows, each breath a struggle against the pain that wracked their bodies. The sounds of their movements were sluggish, dragging feet across the ground, punctuated by the occasional groan of effort.

The City Lord, whose aura flickered like a candle in a storm, was the first to speak. His voice was weak, tinged with both fear and desperation. "Is it with you?" he asked, alluding to the powerful presence of Scar.