Yuan Gang and Whale Yihun fought as they retreated, the pressure from their opponent growing heavier with every step. Whoosh! The small umbrella, its edge like a circular blade, swept past his side. Yuan Gang couldn't dodge it completely in the sudden scramble, and another gash opened across his waist.
Pain made Yuan Gang's body contract. His eyes blazed with ferocity, but a trace of dejection showed through as well. If he hadn't been injured earlier by the combined attacks of the middle-aged Daoist nun and the puppet battle soldier, he wouldn't have been suffering one wound after another now. In this perilous Immortal-Demon Battlefield, he knew all too well what it meant to keep getting hurt until even his movements were affected.
Though battle-hardened, Yuan Gang was tough-minded and wouldn't give up at the first setback, but he was also someone who could see the situation clearly. He wouldn't admit defeat easily, but he could see how dire his circumstances were. What truly unsettled him wasn't his injuries—it was the possibility that, once he couldn't keep pace with Whale Yihun, he might be abandoned at any moment.
Yuan Gang and Whale Yihun were both Golden Immortal-level powerhouses who had joined the Honghao Celestial Court's ranks. The Celestial Court truly valued those of noble blood who came from its upper echelons, followed by capable immortals who had risen from humble beginnings. Demon immortals came next, and they too were ranked by status. The Dragon Clan undoubtedly sat at the very bottom.
In ordinary times, things might have been fine. But Whale Yihun could barely protect himself now, making it highly likely he would leave Yuan Gang behind. In other words, if things grew dangerous enough, it was all but certain.
In truth, what Yuan Gang feared came even sooner than