Deathly silence blanketed the walls of Boundary Tablet Pass, and despair showed on the faces of many defenders.
Dashizhi supported the gravely wounded, barely conscious Yaoshi as he staggered along. His once-vast aura had long since dimmed and withered, his Daoist robes were torn in several places and covered in blood, and not a trace of his former majesty remained.
The Twelve Yaksha Divine Generals followed close behind, every one of them wounded.
Shen Gongbao hurried forward, his face bearing just the right measure of worry, his eyes brimming with concern. His voice was utterly earnest. "Seniors, that battle was perilous and brutal. Have any of you suffered serious harm?"
No one noticed the delight hidden deep in Shen Gongbao's eyes.
On the very first day, four Daluo Golden Immortals had already been sent onto the list.
He could sense the incredibly dense calamity qi within Boundary Tablet Pass. With this calamity qi, he had a chance of breaking through to become a Daluo Golden Immortal after the calamity cycle.
Who could have imagined that a little leopard demon like him would someday become a Daluo Golden Immortal?
Before the calamity cycle, Shen Gongbao would never even have dared dream of such a thing.
Dashizhi raised his eyes to the concerned Shen Gongbao. Towering fury and endless humiliation seethed within him, yet he had nowhere to vent them.
He exhaled a deep breath of blood-tinged foul air. His expression was dark as stagnant water, his voice hoarse and exhausted. "We have suffered grievous losses. All four Dao brothers have fallen, and Fellow Daoist Yaoshi is gravely wounded and near death. We can no longer fight."
At this point, his tone grew solemn, tinged with helpless dejection. "For the coming days, we must enter seclusion to regulate our breathing and heal.