Boom! Demonic energy exploded into a fog.
As the spatial rift closed, Xu Xiaoshou, clutching the Straw Hat in one hand, could vaguely still see Elder Sang, unable to hold back the arrow, being pierced through in an instant before endless demonic energy engulfed him.
That arrow could tear apart the flesh of those who had not tempered their bodies.
Yet against Elder Sang, it had failed to blast his body completely apart.
However, the terrifying aspect of an Evil Sin Bow arrow was not the explosive impact, but demonification.
With a faint hiss, the spatial rift closed.
Xu Xiaoshou could no longer glimpse what happened afterward.
He used the Three-Day Frost Calamity to freeze himself completely, preventing the spatial turbulence from grinding his body to pieces.
A streak of red flashed past his eyes.
"Little fellow..."
The Storyteller appeared and wrapped one arm around the ice sculpture.
At a time like this, even he no longer had the mood to joke.
Without a word, he carried Xu Xiaoshou away. The two escaped the spatial turbulence, cutting into the void from another direction and moving far from the battlefield.
As for Second Brother...
The Storyteller did not choose to go back and help.
With his abilities, going over would only mean courting death.
After all, even Gou Wuyue, whose head had been blown apart by a single punch, could not possibly die so easily.
He could not even withstand a Sovereign, and could only barely protect himself.
Much less a Sword Immortal among Sovereigns!
"Quick, quick!"
"Keep up, keep up!"
"The Sword Domain has been shattered. The battle must be over. This is when we become useful—cleaning up the aftermath is indispensable. We can't be late."
"Good heavens, I never expected Saint Slave's second-in-command to show up too. I