Gu Qingshan leaned forward and sprinted, sword in hand.
Behind him, Leng Tianxing formed hand seals and cast spells, freezing all the demons that had been hot on their heels.
The demons charging straight at them, meanwhile, were reduced to flying chunks of flesh by Gu Qingshan's successive Sword Auras.
The two continued pressing forward through the Demons Sea, covering dozens of meters.
Leng Tianxing suddenly rasped, "I can hold out for ten more breaths at most."
Gu Qingshan quickly glanced back and saw countless demons recovering their wits and charging along the path the two had taken.
With so many demons surging forward—and every one of them at the Foundation Establishment Realm or early Golden Core Realm—Leng Tianxing's spells couldn't kill them all, or even take them out in one hit. Before long, he couldn't cast them fast enough to keep up.
No. If this continued, Leng Tianxing would die!
And once he was dead, Gu Qingshan had no chance of reaching that safe place alone.
"Do you have talismans?" Gu Qingshan thought quickly, then asked.
"I do, but I've used some. There aren't many left," Leng Tianxing said.
"Switch places with me. Save your Spiritual Power and use the talismans to clear a path. Just open a way through; don't worry about whether the demons live or die," Gu Qingshan said.
"You'll cover the rear?" Leng Tianxing asked.
"Yeah. I will," Gu Qingshan said.
"...All right."
Leng Tianxing gave him a long look.
In a crisis this dire, if they failed to reach their destination, whoever brought up the rear would surely die first.
Gu Qingshan's move made Leng Tianxing see him in a new light.
Only now did he truly regard Gu Qingshan as a comrade.
"Get ready."
As he spoke, Gu Qingshan reached for his armor.