Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Unlike the earthshaking upheaval above on the battlefield, within the underground pit, sand and mud trembled as silence descended.
The rock and ore, hard as stone, quietly cracked beneath an inexplicable pressure.
Then, with several soft pops, they shattered into rubble.
The rubble cracked again.
Amid sharp hissing sounds, it was ground into powder.
"What am I doing?"
Bloodshot veins filled Xu Xiaoshou's eyes as he stared fixedly at the eight-winged Red Twin Dragon Python being utterly crushed on the battlefield.
No.
That was not the Red Twin Dragon Python.
That was Jiao Tangtang! Jiao Tangtang was one thing.
After all, that woman had never had much to do with him.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that perhaps he was merely worried out of sympathy for the weak.
But...
What about Xin Gugu?
Just moments ago, using Perception to take in the entire scene, he could only watch helplessly as the four minotaurs charging toward Storyteller were directly pulverized by the black hole's torrent of fragments.
Those were not merely Ghost Beast minotaurs!
That was Xin Gugu! "Huff!"
Xu Xiaoshou felt his breathing quicken.
"What am I doing?"
He asked himself again.
He clutched his forehead, his palm coming away covered in cold sweat, and froze.
"Dead?"
"They're all going to die?!"
Staring at the sweat stains in his shriveled palm, Xu Xiaoshou was completely dazed. He did not even notice that the Chicken Sword clenched tightly in his hand had been bent painfully out of shape.
"Xin Gugu... is dead?"
"And I... what am I doing?"
Xu Xiaoshou halted, both hands suddenly bracing against the dirt at his sides.
Throwing back his head, he realized that he had already passed through the blood-sea barrier Xin Gugu had summoned from the depths of the earth.
One final step, and