Wind and snow were like blades, slicing through the dim sky.
A somewhat bedraggled golden figure tore through the void and staggered to the ground. It was none other than True Lord Gold Rock.
His face was pale, his aura unstable. A charred Sword Mark cut so deeply into his left shoulder that bone was visible, threads of black qi entwining with golden flames within it.
Buzz!
The void rippled, and Cang Ming appeared before him, reaching out to support Gold Rock.
"What happened? How did you end up like this? Did you fail?"
A flicker of humiliation and lingering fear crossed True Lord Gold Rock's face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Don't mention it! I thought no one could detect my concealment technique, but somehow Fang Mo noticed my trail. That old ghost Tianluo struck viciously. If I hadn't reacted quickly and paid a price to force my escape, I might really have been left behind!"
"What?" True Lord Cang Ming's golden eyes narrowed. "Even your Golden Feather Concealment Art could be seen through? That Fang Mo... really has some tricks."
Gold Rock gritted his teeth and said:
"That kid is strange. He gave me one glance, and I didn't think much of it at the time. Who would've thought he had truly discovered me!"
True Lord Cang Ming looked at the wound on Gold Rock's shoulder. He reached out and grabbed, drawing out a stream of black blood. Gold Rock let out a muffled groan, but his complexion improved considerably.
After sealing several of his acupoints, True Lord Cang Ming said gravely:
"Your injuries are severe. It seems you can no longer take action!"
True Lord Gold Rock gritted his teeth.
"I'm all right. That old bastard Ye Wuming, though—this time, even if he doesn't die, he'll have