Qing Gui's mouth fell open. "That Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat really woke up!"
The leisure on her face had vanished, replaced by a growing worry.
Lin Qi vaguely grasped the situation. "Your brother wants to deal with the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat?"
Watching Qing Jue stand at the very front, saving people, Lin Qi suddenly felt that this was what a true great good man looked like.
Because Qing Jue stood at the forefront, who knew how many people had narrowly escaped the bats' jaws.
Qing Gui bit her lip, the worry in her eyes deepening. "He definitely will!"
Her voice carried a sob. "I always told him not to meddle in so much, not to meddle in so much. But whenever something happened, he still loved charging ahead... He simply can't handle the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat right now!"
Shang Yu asked curiously, "How could that be? Fellow Daoist Qing Jue is already at Golden Immortal Great Perfection, and the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat's cultivation is about the same."
There were some things Qing Gui could not reveal to outsiders. She only looked troubled. "He can't deal with it!"
Everyone looked up and saw only Qing Jue, alone with sword in hand, lightly weaving through the swarm of nether bats.
As he battled the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat, he seemed somewhat at ease, showing no sign of defeat.
Every time his sword fell, another wound appeared on the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat's body.
Seeing that the situation favored Qing Jue, many people who had been fleeing stopped in their tracks, intending to pick up a bargain once the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Bat died.
Before long, Shang Yu paused, noticing something amiss.
"Immortal Lord Qing Jue's aura seems very unstable."
Lin Qi noticed it as well. "He won't be able to hold on much longer."
Qing Gui