Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 853 Hold On to Me

Embracing Lilly, Pablo descended rapidly, the wind whistling in their ears. However, Lilly felt a profound tranquility in her master’s arms.

“Master, having you here feels so nice,” Lilly expressed, hugging Pablo tightly and resting her cheek against his chest.

With one arm securely wrapped around Lilly, Pablo held her head gently in his embrace, sighing with a hint of helplessness. She had entrusted herself to him completely, and he was determined to protect her at all costs.

In Ghost Abyss, ascending without attaining the level of an emperor was impossible. So, if they could not go up, they would go down instead.

They had to break through the eerie fog beneath the abyss and evade the ominous forces lurking there. They would give it their all to find an opportunity to strike amidst the darkness.

As they descended, Pablo battled against the violent winds, but there was more than just wind tearing at him. Strange mist twisted and coiled in the gusts, enveloping him and Lilly layer by layer.

Despite their plunge, it felt as though they were being ensnared by these layers, desperately attempting to drain their spiritual energy.

Pablo’s expression turned cold, and he uttered in a low voice, “Break!”

A brilliant light erupted, causing the strange mist surrounding them to dissipate with a soft sound. However, as they ventured deeper into the abyss, the fog grew denser, constantly shrouding them again after each breakthrough.

“Break!”

“Break!”

The mist presented a minimal threat to Pablo and could be easily penetrated.

However, their relentless, layered nature proved relentless.

During their descent, Pablo persistently shattered through the enigmatic fog, plunging at an alarming speed, yet they never seemed to reach the bottom, leaving him thoroughly exhausted.

figure in his arms had stopped moving,

He whispered, “Lilly?”

soft hum, her heavy eyelids struggling

Lilly,” urged Pablo. “Hurry,

of the deepest realms in the underworld. The spirits who sink here

to corrode one’s consciousness and absorb their soul. Once

emit a faint hum, fighting against

my eyes,

We must fight!

efforts, Lilly fought to stay awake,

happened to

and

all into the jar of souls. Michael, the harem spirit,

like someone was

eyes suddenly flew

someone had fallen!

Polly

if struck by

in panic, darting

further into the abyss, having wings would only complicate

offer her solace, saying, “It’s alright, Polly holds a special position. If he died so easily, it proves

She could not discern the colossal mouth that marked its entrance anymore. How long

felt when he plunged into

with great effort, she lifted her heavy eyelids and pinched her fingers to tell Polly’s fortune and to piece together what

emanated from the depths of the

constricted, and she exclaimed in surprise, “Master!”

is this thing? Its teeth