Mo Yu's face was filled with delight; he could not even be bothered to keep pursuing the Eight-Tailed Immortal Fox, and a greedy light faintly flickered in his eyes.
That was hardly surprising.
Killing that fox would merely let him vent the foul air pent up in his chest, but the true immortal before him was a great gift sent down from the heavens.
Although he had now broken free of the Restriction binding him, after being imprisoned here for so many years, his vitality had inevitably suffered heavy damage.
The true immortal before him was indeed grievously wounded, but the allure of his entire body's Life Essence to Mo Yu was beyond compare.
If he could absorb and merge it into himself, not only could he make up for all the losses of these years, he might even go a step further.
How could he give up such a great gift? He let out a long howl, azure light flaring all over his body, and pounced toward his opponent.
Master Xuangu's expression, by contrast, was gloomy to the extreme.
When a tiger fell to the open plain, it was bullied by dogs; when a dragon swam in the shallows, it was toyed with by shrimp.
If he were at his peak, how could a mere Dao attendant be worthy of notice? But... a true man did not boast of past courage. Now, not only did his dharma body come from possession, possessing only thirty percent of his true body's power, he had also carelessly fallen into a trap just now and suffered severe injuries.
To say he was gravely wounded and on the verge of death would be a bit much, but his present situation was also as dire as could be. Otherwise, with his pride as a true