Space after space opened, and the cracks on God Burying City's plaque had increased to ten.
The only spaces still unopened now belonged to Mao Yong'an and Lu Dongbin.
Several minutes passed.
Lu Dongbin emerged from his space without expression, gripping a sword still dripping with blood. His body was covered in wounds, but his face remained icy as he radiated biting killing intent. Without saying a word, he stood outside God Burying City.
Yet there was still no movement from Mao Yong'an's side.
"What are you still holding out for?"
"Or do you think you have a chance of winning?"
"They're just trash who only just broke through! Trash!"
Mao Yong'an's Daoist robe had already been dyed red with blood. One of his arms hung limply at his side, completely broken from the shoulder.
His chest had been scorched black by lightning.
Blood continuously spilled from his mouth as he panted heavily.
The two immortals from the Heavenly Court were not as relaxed as they appeared, either. One had a vicious gash across his chest, flesh curling back enough to vaguely reveal his internal organs.
The other was pale. Though he appeared uninjured on the outside, his entire body swayed unsteadily as he cursed furiously.
Mao Yong'an silently removed his Daoist robe, tore off a strip of cloth, and tied it around his arm.
He wrapped the rest around his fist.
"Come."
"Keep going."
His voice was calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as he stared indifferently at the two of them.
For some reason, the two of them felt fear at that moment.
They were beginning to panic.
Just as they had at the start, they had no idea where this young Daoist had come from. He struck viciously, like a maniac willing to risk his life,