"Retreat!" The two brothers, pale as the Black and White Impermanence, were locked in a fierce struggle with Yuan Gang. Meanwhile, the middle-aged couple fighting Xu Wan had fallen to the disadvantage.
Fu Mingyuan, who was dueling the robed, bearded elder, was even more horrified. The person they had relied on most for this trip was the Life-Reaping Infant Monk. Even several ordinary Golden Core Late Stage cultivators might not have been a match for him.
He had seen with his own eyes two cultivators at the Golden Core Late Stage, just like him, fail to last long against the Life-Reaping Infant Monk before the ferocious ghost infants tore them apart and devoured them. It had been a gruesome sight.
But ever since the Life-Reaping Infant Monk had screamed, Fu Mingyuan had looked up only to see him in a wretched state, with only his upper body left as he fled for his life. Where was even a trace of his former might?
Fu Mingyuan had originally regarded Xu Wan and Yuan Gang as his greatest foes. In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined the most troublesome one would be Lu Xiaotian, the silver-haired young man who had been in such a sorry state when they first rescued him.
Horrified, Fu Mingyuan didn't dare stay another moment. Distracted, he took a palm strike to the chest from the brown-bearded elder. Blood stained his robes, several ribs broke, and he staggered across the snowy ground. Then he used a secret technique to push his speed to its limit, fleeing at more than twice the pace he had arrived.
The dwarf brothers, the Black and White Impermanence who had been fighting Yuan Gang, were far away. They shot off in opposite directions. Lu Xiaotian was too far away, and couldn't be