With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 457 Breakthrough
Wen Nanxi's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, with a tremor that even he himself was unaware of.

His gaze locked onto the figure before him, his pupils contracting slightly from the exertion, while the scene before him began to shake uncontrollably, like countless hallucinations that had occurred during his unconsciousness in the past.

Even though Wen Nanxi was awake at this moment, her body was still extremely weak.

But he seemed to be using all his strength to look at it.

He gazed intently at Su Muyao, as if trying to etch her image into his very bones, so that he would never forget it.

His once gentle and refined eyes were now crimson, trembling slightly with a deep longing in them.

He stared intently at Su Muyao, wanting to get a good look at her even if he thought it was an illusion.

For some time now, he has been trapped here, having to feign compliance with the main body of Nan Feng while also preventing him from harming A Yao.

Nan Feng was indeed a madman. Because he refused to cooperate with the fusion, Nan Feng had to find various ways to suppress him. Nan Feng's strength was too great, so he was simply unable to deal with him. He was on the verge of death several times. The only thought that kept him alive was to see his A Yao again.

After waking up from the last time he burned his soul and saw A Yao in his dream, his body became increasingly weak and he often fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Nan Feng, from who knows where, came up with a plan to devour all of his spiritual energy and blood power.

When he was extremely weak, his mind was filled with images of A Yao.

He would think of the time they spent with the Beiluo tribe, every little detail so warm.

He missed her so much.

Whenever he reached out to touch her, her figure would vanish like a bubble, leaving him alone to struggle in the boundless darkness.

Could this be just an illusion as well?

Wen Nanxi felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, causing him so much pain that he could barely breathe.

"Nanxi, you're awake, that's wonderful."

Su Muyao excitedly stepped forward and tightly grasped Wen Nanxi's hand, her heart aching with unbearable pain.

She actually wanted to hug him, but she was afraid that she would hug him too tightly and hurt him.

Wen Nanxi felt Su Muyao's warmth, her breath stopped, her mind went blank, and she could hear a buzzing sound in her ears.

"Ah... Ah Yao, is that you?"

Even now, Wen Nanxi wanted to confirm it again.

His voice was thick with nasal tone, and his eyes were getting redder and redder uncontrollably.

Su Muyao choked up as she said, "It's me, it really is me, Nanxi, I've come to take you home."

The word "home" is truly warm, like a ray of spring sunshine shining into Wen Nanxi's heart.

He once told Ayao that home was wherever she was.

Wen Nanxi wanted to get closer to her, but his body was still very weak and felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. With the slightest effort, the wound on his chest tore open with pain, causing him to groan involuntarily.

When Su Muyao saw his expression, she immediately became nervous.

She quickly lowered her hand, not daring to touch him, "Are you... alright?"

"Does it hurt a lot? Your soul hasn't fully recovered yet, and your injuries are quite severe. You need to take good care of yourself."

Su Muyao now feels that it is fortunate that there is the Immortal Dew, which is why Wen Nanxi is able to recover.

Otherwise, if Wen Nanxi were to die, she would be unable to take him out.

If there were any battles along the way, he might lose his life.

Su Muyao's voice was as gentle as ever, like a spring breeze caressing Wen Nanxi's heart. Spring rain nourished his parched heart, gradually relaxing his tense nerves and easing the pain in his heart caused by longing.

He could clearly feel her presence, and he could understand her gaze; everything felt so real.

After regaining consciousness, Wen Nanxi said in a low, hoarse voice, "Ayao, you shouldn't have come here. It's too dangerous here." "Any movement here will alert Nanfeng. You should leave quickly."

He was already very content to be able to see his Ayao again.

Wen Nanxi's biggest worry right now is that Nan Feng will suddenly come and hurt A Yao.

Their current strength is no match for Nan Feng.

Wen Nanxi looked anxious and urged Su Muyao to leave.

Su Muyao shook her head and said, "Nanxi, that Nanfeng is not the main body. He is a part of the body of the ancient celestial serpent, just like you."

“You are all part of the same group, and you are equals. It’s just that he is powerful enough to suppress you.”

"There is no such thing as a main body with multiple bodies."

“I possess the Serpent God’s reverse scale, which contains the Serpent God’s primordial spirit power. It can restrain him, so you don’t need to worry. I will take you away from here first.”

Su Muyao knew this wasn't the place to talk, so she kept it brief.

The main priority now is to get Wen Nanxi away from here as quickly as possible.

"If you don't leave, I won't leave either."

Wen Nanxi's expression changed. The snake god's reverse scale?

What exactly is going on?

Although she had doubts in her heart, seeing Su Muyao's resolute expression, Wen Nanxi sighed inwardly, her eyes trembling slightly as she suppressed her tears, not letting them fall.

"Okay, let's leave together."

Just then, the sound of fighting came from outside, and then the entire pyramid seemed to begin to shake.

Wen Nanxi's expression changed, and she suddenly looked up at the hidden door above. "It's him, he's here."

Wen Nanxi became fully alert. He grabbed Su Muyao's hand and pulled her behind him, instinctively trying to protect her.

In that instant, a chilling pressure suddenly enveloped the entire secret room, as if an invisible giant hand was choking their breath.

Sensing this familiar yet powerful aura of pressure, Su Muyao immediately recalled the time when Nan Feng killed her, and how he had used the same pressure to overwhelm her, leaving her unable to resist.

Su Muyao could barely stand; her knees were about to be crushed, but she stood firm and refused to kneel. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's Nan Feng!"

At this moment, Su Muyao's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty hatred.

"Having died once, you don't even know how to hide, yet you dare to trespass on my territory. You're simply courting death."

A clear, cold sound, like shattered jade striking each other, rang out, carrying a strong sense of mockery and sarcasm.

The sound seemed to come from a very long time ago.

Su Muyao was certain that Nan Feng was not inside the pyramid for the time being, but his strength was unfathomable, as he could transmit sound and power from a distance.

The air around the secret room rippled like the surface of water.

The next instant, a terrifying force came, and with a loud "boom", the heavy hidden door shattered like wood chips. As the wood chips flew, dozens of hidden weapons coated with deadly poison shot out from the mechanism behind the hidden door, aiming straight for Su Muyao's heart.

"Wife master!"

Even though Xiao Jihan had entered the Spirit Transformation Realm and managed to stop the guards of these snake-beastmen, he was still unable to resist Nan Feng's power.

He had already transformed into an ice wolf and used his ice-type abilities to block Nan Feng's power, but it was easily broken through.

Just as the hidden weapon was about to reach Su Muyao, its speed was too fast, and it accurately locked onto Su Muyao. This hidden weapon was not an ordinary hidden weapon; it carried the power of a magical artifact.

Wen Nanxi's expression changed drastically. He turned around and hugged Su Muyao tightly, trying to shield her from the hidden weapon, while also fearing that Su Muyao might move around and get hurt by it.