"Damn it," Bi Xia cursed under his breath, "I must have just been infected by that grayish gloom."

As he spoke, he turned his eyes to Ji Qiutang, "Can you first isolate the wound from the air to slow down the inflammation?"

Ji Qiutang frowned slightly, "I’ll try, it should be possible."

A dark gray spiritual power slowly flowed from Ji Qiutang’s fingertips, gradually covering the child’s scar, "My spiritual power is more for assisting attacks, but right now my power is limited, so I can only temporarily isolate it like this, however..."

Ji Qiutang paused for a moment, looking at Bi Xia, "I can’t protect his heart right now; his heart’s spiritual power conflicts with mine..."

Conflicts?

Bi Xia suddenly understood and quickly said, "I’ll do it."

"Your spiritual power will also..." be repelled...

The words disappeared in his throat, as the young boy’s little hand gently pressed against the child’s heart, and a deep blue spiritual power slowly seeped into the child’s heart.

"It’s cool..."

A hoarse, soft voice suddenly sounded, causing Bi Xia to look up at the little boy who had just spoken. The boy’s face was expressionless, but his eyes looked innocent and puzzled, reminding Bi Xia of Xiaoyuan, who had pouted at him like a little adult before. Bi Xia smiled faintly and softly asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Faced with Bi Xia’s question, the child slowly shook his head, indicating he wasn’t in pain, yet those big eyes were unblinkingly watching Bi Xia. Bi Xia clearly noticed and met those gentle starry eyes with the same gaze towards the child.

Both with blank expressions, yet they seemed unexpectedly in harmony, and seeing this scene, for some reason, Ji Qiutang felt a sense of... warmth...

He raised his hand to pat Bi Xia’s head, "Alright, let’s get up, we need to find a way out."

Responding faintly, Bi Xia withdrew his gaze, zipped up the child’s jacket completely, and tugged down the coat, looking like the little boy was wearing a dress. Bi Xia smiled slightly, put the hood of the jacket on the child’s head, and said, "In a moment, lie on my back, keep quiet, and don’t speak. No matter what anyone asks you, don’t answer, okay?"

Taking some time to process Bi Xia’s words, the child slowly nodded. Without Bi Xia’s prompting, he suddenly lunged forward, nestled into Bi Xia’s embrace. Bi Xia smirked, wrapping his arm around the child and lifting him up. To ensure stability, Bi Xia let the child sit on his arm and wrap his arms around his neck, then looked at Ji Qiutang, "Have you found an exit yet?"

Ji Qiutang nodded. He had just taken the opportunity to survey the surroundings while Bi Xia dressed the child. He pointed to one side, "The wall there is thin; we might be able to break through it."

Holding the child, Bi Xia walked to Ji Qiutang’s indicated spot. He kicked the wall lightly, looking at it with a calm expression, stepped back a pace, then turned to Ji Qiutang, "Step back."

Ji Qiutang didn’t hesitate, stepping back a few steps. Bi Xia slowly lifted his leg, channeling spiritual power into it. His face, colored with the grayish gloom yet not at all embarrassed, twisted into a cold smile. He pressed the child’s head to his shoulder, narrowed his starry eyes, and suddenly turned, snapping a kick at the wall. With a crack, a fissure appeared in the wall.

Immediately, another spin and his other leg swung out. With a boom, the wall shattered into pieces, and at that moment, a familiar wave of spiritual power rushed towards them again. Ji Qiutang quickly moved in front of Bi Xia to block the spiritual power, but Bi Xia yanked him behind himself, and a deep blue spiritual power formed an obstacle for the three of them.

Not only that, but Bi Xia’s spiritual power gradually formed a deep blue cloud swirling above his head. The cloud seemed to have eyes, emotionlessly watching the pack of wolves formed from the spiritual power ahead, while Bi Xia expressionlessly faced the machine in front of him.

"Could it be that the one with constant spiritual power wasn’t a person, but this machine?"

Bi Xia glanced at Ji Qiutang, who shook his head, turned, and took off the golden mask he wore, putting it on Bi Xia’s face again, "You take the child and leave, leave the rest to me." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Bi Xia snorted softly, feeling the mask fitting on his face again, and gave a cold smile, "Give it up, right now, my spiritual power is the highest of the three of us. If anyone is going, it’s you taking this little drag along."