Facing the sunlight, Zhao Xuan let out a huge sigh of relief. He had finally escaped that damned place.
He looked back and saw that the black mist that had been moving toward Yanbo City had stopped spreading. At the same time Zhao Xuan looked at it, it began to rapidly contract.
As the black mist receded, the figures of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo emerged. When the mist condensed into a single point, Chrysanthemum Douluo appeared, his face pale.
At that moment, none of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo looked pleased. What should have been an excellent killing trap had been forcibly broken by Zhao Xuan, and they themselves had suffered heavy losses.
Yue Guan's aura was weak, Snake Lance Douluo had sustained light injuries, and Thousand Eyes Douluo was seriously wounded. Spirit Hall's originally superior fighting strength was now slightly inferior to that of the Heaven Dou allied forces.
It truly was a case of trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice used to bait it.
Seeing their ugly expressions, Zhao Xuan laughed. He laughed happily, even though he did not look particularly dashing at the moment.
Bone Douluo and the others quickly moved closer to Zhao Xuan, protecting him as they warily watched the Spirit Hall group.
"Zhao Xuan, are you all right?"
Bone Douluo kept his eyes on the Spirit Hall forces as he asked without turning his head.
Zhao Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air. The cold within it froze the moisture in the air into shards of ice that fell with a soft rustle.
"I'm fine."
Zhao Xuan shook his head. With the support of the Data Body, although he had endured several Ice Chi Sword energies, his Soul Power was merely a little sluggish and his body somewhat stiff.
His bodily functions