The Corpse Centipede's counterattack against Zuo Yongjun was ferocious and vicious to the extreme.
Its chain of moves was highly effective, forcing Zuo Yongjun into a desperate corner in one stroke and leaving him no choice but to resort to a mutually destructive method.
Yet even if Zuo Yongjun risked his life, it would be exceedingly difficult for him to perish together with this Evil Spirit.
Zuo Yongjun understood that clearly, but he had no other choice!
This Innate Martial Artist had never imagined that, at the critical moment, a divine soldier would descend from the heavens and save him from danger.
His sword thrust struck empty air, and his entire body was enveloped by an invisible force, sending him involuntarily flying backward.
At the same time, he heard a familiar voice by his ear. "Leave the rest to me."
Immortal Master Wang!
The taut string in Zuo Yongjun's heart abruptly slackened. He suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, allowing the external force to carry him as he pierced through layer upon layer of mist in an instant.
He then landed at the outskirts of the deserted village!
"My lord!"
Wu Song and the Imperial Guards who had been waiting outside immediately crowded around him, their faces glowing with joy.
Bound by Zuo Yongjun's strict orders, they had withdrawn from Wu Family Village, yet they could not bear to leave their Hundred-Household Commander to fight alone in such a perilous place.
So these Imperial Guards had waited outside, thinking that if Zuo Yongjun broke out, they could at least provide support.
Now that they saw he had escaped safely, everyone was immensely excited.
Wu Song asked emotionally, "My lord, are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Zuo Yongjun shook his head, his expression strange. "The Immortal Master is