At the center of Spirit Flame Lake, white mist shrouded the area, cutting off all sight from the outside world.
Lu Feng used his own aura to shield Xi Buwei as they soaked in the very heart of the lake, directly withstanding the violent, ferocious force of Yin and Yang crashing against one another from all around.
To outsiders, such actions might have seemed like a reckless charge toward death, but Lu Feng was different. The Extreme Yang Qi and Extremely Yin Energy he had refined could be called the masters of Yin and Yang beneath heaven. How could the clashing Yang and Yin energies produced by a mere lake truly threaten him?
Had he not sensed Chen Shuanghua and the others on the shore watching him like tigers and wolves, poised to strike, while the surroundings made it unsuitable for him to openly explain his identity, he would not have resorted to this inferior plan and brought Xi Buwei here.
Xi Buwei's injuries had truly reached a point where, if he was not treated in time, even the heavens would be powerless to save him.
Moreover, given the rejection Xi Buwei had displayed toward his identity as a Heretical Cultivator, there was no chance he would accept ordinary aid or treatment. He might even use death to sever the debt of gratitude from dealing with the Crimson Fiend Sword Sect's party, all to preserve Shadow Pavilion's reputation.
Though Lu Feng felt somewhat helpless toward Xi Buwei's stubborn obstinacy, he respected him even more.
If Flame Demon, Azure Nether, and the like had possessed even a tenth of his integrity, they certainly would not have been turned by the Blood Clan and reduced to the Blood Clan's running dogs.
After quite a while.
Xi Buwei finally recovered from his shock.