"Where is Senior Brother? Is he with you?" Sword-Wielding Dao Lord was even more anxious. He had personally witnessed his senior brother being beaten until his incorporeal body had nearly vanished. Pale Yuan Lord wore the same questioning expression. As for what Li Baiyun had once done to them, that was no longer important.
I drew a strand of white aura from the Infinite Soul Cloak. It was faint, like a wisp of thin smoke, and might disperse at any moment. When Shaoshi Hui saw that her master had actually become like this, she covered her mouth and began to sob bitterly.
"The Sect Master is invincible and heroic. If not for him, we might not have been able to win this battle. Unfortunately, because of his limited lifespan and severe injuries, his incorporeal body can no longer take shape. There is even a good chance that it will disappear when he tries to condense it. So everyone, don't make things difficult for him anymore. If you have anything to say, say it quickly, while there is still some time." I looked at the few fellow Daoists before me.
Sword-Wielding Dao Lord hurriedly said, "If Senior Brother can't recover, what will become of our White Cloud Sword Sect? Please, help us, Young Friend. I believe that with your abilities, you must have a way!"
I shook my head and quickly said, "Don't waste time trying to persuade me. If there were a way, you wouldn't need to ask. Right now, with only a remnant soul left, there is no other option but to send him into the Six Paths to be reborn. If fate allows, you may see your senior brother again. Of course, if fate does not allow it, that would hardly be strange. At least you brothers have