"It's going to blow!"
Shouye instinctively shot backward, only to suddenly see Storyteller's figure vanish from this space. His heart lurched.
Time seemed to freeze.
In that instant, a hundred emotions surged through Shouye.
Reason told him that his stomach absolutely could not digest a second enhanced energy light orb.
He had to retreat.
Otherwise, Xu Xiaoshou might very well leave him seriously wounded in White Cavern.
But likewise—
If he retreated, what would happen to White Cavern? That was a very real problem.
Shouye was not Storyteller.
He could not simply laugh off the coming explosion, turn around, and leave it unattended.
The duty of the Red Robes was to protect White Cavern, to protect this space where Ghost Beasts were born, so that more intelligence could be unearthed from this place in the future.
And if he truly retreated now—
Never mind White Cavern exploding; what about his companions on Sword-Severing Prairie...
What were they supposed to do? Could it be that this old man was going to turn into some pervert who came all this way just to swallow another energy light orb? Shouye was about to be angered to death.
He felt that Xu Xiaoshou was his nemesis.
Every time that brat acted, he struck right at Shouye's weak spot.
Would he choose righteousness, or survival...
"Whoosh!"
There was no time to dwell on it.
Once he truly saw what White Cavern stood to lose, Shouye had no way to choose self-preservation.
Some people, some things, were fated from the moment they were born.
Wearing this red robe meant that Shouye was destined never to choose to flee for his life at a moment like this!
Damn Xu Xiaoshou, don't let this old man catch you—
As he roared inwardly, at the very instant the sky