"A-Jie-jie-jie..."
Xu Xiaoshou floated in midair, his eyes rolled white, staring dead-eyed like a gutted fish as he watched A-Jie continually siphon the ferocious demonic energy from within him through Perception.
The siphoning process lasted nearly half a quarter-hour.
Finally, the black energy swelling inside him to the point of explosion weakened somewhat, and he barely regained a trace of consciousness.
"Sa-saved?"
Once his vision cleared,
Xu Xiaoshou saw the three terrifying figures huddled together in the distance.
Saint Slave—the trio!
Who could withstand that?
If not for A-Jie's sudden burst at the critical moment, letting him directly use Vanishing Art to release Yousi Sword's restraint on him...
If not for Vanishing Art having only two states, activation and cancellation, without requiring his unconscious self to maintain the vanished state...
If not because Yousi Sword's true target was not him, but was instead crazily trying to ram itself into the Saint Slave First Seat's body...
Xu Xiaoshou dared to guarantee it.
At this moment, he would either be dead or out of control.
Or worse still—he would have been targeted by both the Saint Slave First Seat and Storyteller at once! "What a sin..."
Xu Xiaoshou simply could not imagine why this trip to the White Cavern had been so arduous.
Sure enough, the root of it all ultimately lay in the explosive confidence he had gained after devouring the Emberglow Primordial Seed and the Three-Day Frost Calamity, didn't it? If he had not wanted to investigate Yousi Sword back then, if he had not wanted to carry out that task Elder Sang had given him—a task even Elder Sang himself did not take seriously...
"I'm tired."
Xu Xiaoshou felt exhausted to the bone.
Even that dead old man must have anticipated the outcome of the struggle over Yousi Sword.