"Bu Li."
Zuo Qing, draped in a dark red cloak and holding a straight blade, landed on the ground. Looking at the battered bodies of the seven before him, his expression was incomparably complicated. "You... have worked hard."
"It was our duty." Bu Li shook his head. "Are the reinforcements coming?"
"The Great Xia Gods are already on their way. Four Human Apexes have arrived, and Phoenix Squad's helicopter will be here any moment."
Bu Li relaxed slightly, then seemed to recall something. "What about Nightfall? How long until they arrive?"
Zuo Qing's body trembled slightly. He opened his mouth and slowly said,
"They... may not be able to come."
"A special mission?" Bu Li nodded. Just as he was about to say something else, he broke into another violent coughing fit.
Bright red blood splattered across the ground, and his face visibly withered.
"You injected Ghost God's Pull, and you're also controlling six bodies at once. The mental strain is too great." Zuo Qing supported him, frowning.
Bu Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "It's fine. Before I die, I should still be able to kill a few more divine beasts... Commander Zuo, you must not forget what you promised me.
Within forty-eight hours after I die, you must send all seven of us to Abstinence Hall together..."
Bu Li's gaze slowly swept over the six black-cloaked figures around him. As if recalling something, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "With him here, the Spirit Medium will not perish."
Zuo Qing's expression was incomparably complicated. "Don't worry. I remember."
Bu Li took a deep breath and pulled up the hood of his black cloak again. His slightly hunched body gradually straightened.
Amid the howling gale, the seven figures stood beneath the crumbling Thunder God