Not me

He stared intently into Zhao Yuwei's eyes, noticing a strange glint flash within them.

That was definitely not a human gaze!

"You're not Zhao Yuwei!" Xiao Feng roared, quickly retreating a few steps at the same time.

As soon as the words fell, the Zhao Yuwei in front of him suddenly let out a piercing shriek.

Her figure began to twist and deform, her skin melting like a candle.

In the blink of an eye, that familiar figure turned into a ball of white mist, dissipating into the air without a trace.

Xiao Feng was still reeling from the shock, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

This restricted area was indeed full of traps, even the appearance of companions could be imitated.

He secretly rejoiced that he had seen through this deception in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Sima Yan, Zhao Yuwei, where exactly are you?" Xiao Feng muttered to himself, his gaze vigilantly sweeping over the eerie blood-red coral forest around him.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuwei cautiously moved forward in the restricted area, the surrounding blood-red coral forest emitting an eerie aura.

Chilling mist lingered at her feet, and bone-chilling whispers occasionally echoed.

She vigilantly scanned her surroundings, fearing that some danger might suddenly strike.

Just then, a shocking scene unfolded.

Xiao Feng and Sima Yan had vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye!

"Xiao Feng! Sima Yan! Where are you?" Zhao Yuwei immediately panicked, urgently calling out her companions' names.

Her voice echoed in the silent restricted area, but only the whistling wind and unsettling silence answered.

Just as Zhao Yuwei was extremely anxious, she suddenly turned her head and found that Xiao Feng had appeared behind her at some point.

His figure seemed to blend with the surrounding shadows, giving off an ethereal and elusive feeling.

Zhao Yuwei couldn't help but gasp, but she still managed to suppress the unease in her heart and quickly walked towards Xiao Feng.

"Xiao Feng, are you alright?" Zhao Yuwei asked cautiously.

She carefully examined Xiao Feng, fearing that he had suffered some injury.

At this moment, Xiao Feng's eyes revealed a kind of tenderness, his gaze as gentle as moonlight.

He slowly extended his hand and gently stroked Zhao Yuwei's face, his movements so soft as if he were handling a precious treasure.

"I'll take you away from here, and from now on, we'll be a pair for life," Xiao Feng said softly, his voice carrying a hint of enticement.

His fingers lightly traced Zhao Yuwei's cheek, causing her to shiver.

This sudden change in attitude made a warning bell ring in Zhao Yuwei's heart. She subconsciously took a step back, vigilantly staring at the "Xiao Feng" in front of her.

Those eyes, usually so familiar, now felt strange to her.

"Something's not right, very not right," Zhao Yuwei thought to herself, "Xiao Feng would never say something like this."

She quickly drew her long sword, pointing the tip directly at Xiao Feng, and roared, "You're not him!"

As soon as the words fell, the "Xiao Feng" in front of her instantly turned into a ball of white mist and dissipated.

Just as she had just breathed a sigh of relief, another figure of Xiao Feng appeared not far away.

Zhao Yuwei was startled. Without thinking, she directly attacked that figure.

Seeing this, that Xiao Feng quickly shouted, "Fake? You're still attacking me?"

Saying that, he struck a palm towards Zhao Yuwei.

Zhao Yuwei was unable to dodge in time and was hit squarely in the chest by this palm.

She only felt a huge force assault her, and her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Zhao Yuwei only felt that her internal organs had shifted, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

She struggled to stand up, but found that her entire body ached terribly and she couldn't move for a moment.

Only then did that Xiao Feng realize that the person in front of him was the real Zhao Yuwei, and a look of regret immediately appeared on his face.

He quickly ran over to help Zhao Yuwei up, his voice full of apology: "Zhao Yuwei, I thought you were fake, I'm sorry."

Zhao Yuwei was both angry and in pain, and she said loudly with burning rage: "You actually thought I was fake!"

Xiao Feng explained while carefully examining Zhao Yuwei's injuries.

He was full of regret in his heart, secretly cursing himself for being so reckless.

Zhao Yuwei, however, did not listen to his explanation at all, her anger in her heart was difficult to quell.

She felt both wronged and angry. It was clearly Xiao Feng who had disappeared first, but now he had inexplicably attacked her.

Just as Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei were at an impasse, a sharp scream suddenly came.

The sound echoed in the restricted area.

"Ah—Help! Is anyone there? Come and save me!"

The voice was clearly Sima Yan's.

Upon hearing the scream, Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei instantly forgot their conflict.

Zhao Yuwei endured the pain in her body and stood up with Xiao Feng's support.

"Let's go, quickly go and see!" Xiao Feng said urgently.

Zhao Yuwei nodded, and the two quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei passed through the blood-red coral forest and arrived at an eerie altar.

Eight bronze pillars surrounded it, each engraved with patterns, and the symbols of Qian and Kun from the Eight Trigrams were faintly visible.

Skull lanterns hung from the tops of the pillars, and eerie blue flames flickered in their empty eye sockets, emitting a chilling light.

In the center of the altar, Sima Yan was suspended in mid-air by eight blood-red chains.

The chains were entirely crimson, with runes flowing on their surface, their ends disappearing into the void.

Sima Yan's eyes were tightly closed, his life or death unknown.

"Sima Yan! Wake up!" Xiao Feng shouted loudly, his voice filled with anxiety.

However, his words had no effect.

Zhao Yuwei also shouted, "Sima Yan, can you hear me?"

However, no matter how they called, Sima Yan remained unresponsive.

Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei exchanged glances, worry evident in their eyes.

"It seems we can only try to rescue him by force," Xiao Feng said in a low voice, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

Zhao Yuwei nodded, "Be careful, this place is full of traps."

Just as the two were about to take action, a thick fog suddenly filled the surroundings.

Within the mist, countless distorted and hideous faces seemed to twist and change, emitting low growls.

As the mist gradually dispersed, Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei were astonished to find that another pair of "Xiao Feng" and "Zhao Yuwei" had appeared before them!

These two clones were exactly like them, even their clothing and expressions were identical.

"Who are you?" The two Xiao Fengs spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Zhao Yuwei stared vigilantly at the other "herself", her hand already on the hilt of her sword.

She asked softly, "Xiao Feng, are you real?"

"I'm real!" The two Xiao Fengs answered in unison.

Before the words finished, the clones suddenly attacked.

The "fake" Xiao Feng slashed at the real Xiao Feng with a sword, while the "fake" Zhao Yuwei struck at the real Zhao Yuwei's face with a palm.

The real Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei quickly retreated and dodged, their original positions instantly disrupted.

The four exchanged blows, the clash of blades and swords making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Zhao Yuwei, kill him! He's fake!"

Both Xiao Fengs shouted at the same time, their voices overlapping.