Jiang Qiao walked out of the void step by step.
The pitch-black Ghost Domain not only failed to affect him in the slightest, but instead seemed frightened. It rapidly retreated, leaving a long passage behind.
"He was on guard against him. If that blow had landed, you would have been doomed." Jiang Qiao looked at the Old Monk, who was at the end of his strength, and spoke indifferently.
"Heh heh, Benefactor, you jest. Even without that blow, I would have died anyway."
The Old Monk smiled helplessly.
Jiang Qiao's appearance had rendered his planned attack ineffective.
Regardless of whether Gao Feng had been on guard before, after hearing Jiang Qiao's words, he would naturally become vigilant and prepare himself.
The last sliver of hope for one final struggle had vanished.
"Yongse, once the Ghost Domain dissipates, run. Run as far as you can..." The Old Monk looked at the Little Monk in the distance. A hint of despair entered his loving expression.
He had not used the Ghost Domain to send his disciple away.
That was because the Ghost Domain's range was limited, and it could not send him very far. After he died, Gao Feng would catch up with the Little Monk within a few minutes at most.
There would be no point.
"Amitabha—"
"Benefactor, your ability to freely enter and leave the Ghost Domain is awe-inspiring. But since you have returned, is there anything you need this old monk to do?"
The Old Monk's consciousness had already begun to grow hazy. At this moment, he was merely forcibly resisting the fainting that could come at any time.
Once he fainted, he would probably never wake up again.
So he had to fight for one last chance for his disciple.
There was no way this young man had