"Again... It's always like this... surviving by a hair's breadth all the way, stumbling and staggering into sainthood, and every time a calamity comes, I can only hand my hopes to someone else, forever waiting to be saved..."
Li Ya looked at Ji, his heart feeling indescribably bitter.
He admired Ji's will to fight, and hated his own weakness.
He had already worked so hard, never daring to slack off, yet he would never get the chance to be the savior.
Perhaps this was his fate.
Bitterness welled in Li Ya's heart, but for some reason, when he thought of Gu An, all the frustration in his chest was instantly swept clean.
Why was he not content?
So many old acquaintances had long since sent their souls to Yellow Springs, while he had been able to become a Saint—this was already the greatest fortune.
At that thought, Li Ya's gaze grew firm. No longer wallowing in self-pity, he watched Ji slowly straighten his body, and fighting spirit surged up within his own heart as well.
He could not just sit and wait for death!
Even if he did not have the strength to fight, he still had to make his own contribution.
Trembling, he raised his right hand and forced out the last of his magic power, turning it into a streak of sword light that burrowed into Ji's body.
Ji's trembling body instantly went rigid. High above, the Chaos Dao Lord and the Hongmeng Dao Lord took the scene into their eyes, yet they did not stop it; there was even a trace of mockery in them.
This world was already a Formation furnace. These Saints would sooner or later be refined into pills, and squandering their magic power would only hasten the process. Any magic power that dissipated