"Pity."
"Indeed, what a pity!"
As the smoke and dust cleared, Lin Bai appeared before everyone under the shocked gazes of Shen Haoyue and the other Pure Yang Sect martial artists.
Lin Bai's face was slightly pale, but he looked nothing like someone suffering from severe injuries. The only injury was a sword wound on his shoulder, deep enough to expose bone, from which blood was still gushing.
Yet an injury to his shoulder alone was nowhere near enough to make Lin Bai fight to the death!
After emerging from the smoke and dust, Lin Bai merely glanced at the injury on his shoulder before frowning slightly.
When that sword had fallen just now, it had shattered the defenses of the Sea God Pearl. Fortunately, after breaking through the Sea God Pearl's defensive light curtain, the sword's might had already reached the end of its strength.
The sword had landed on Lin Bai's shoulder and cleaved through flesh, but it had not injured his vitals. That was why Lin Bai had repeatedly cried out that it was a pity.
If Shen Haoyue and the other martial artists had all been at their peak, then with the power of that sword, Lin Bai would probably have been in grave danger if he had not used a large number of trump cards.
If it had not been Lin Bai, any other martial artist would probably have been unable to escape death before that sword!
But suddenly, at that moment—
However, after Lin Bai carefully assessed the situation, he felt that it was not a serious matter. Although the injury could not recover for the time being, it did not affect Lin Bai's ability to use his methods.
The same thing happened simultaneously in several other places.
Lin Bai indeed thought the same.