Extreme Danger. Crack, crack, crack...
His body wailed beyond his control. Countless bones had snapped, and countless organs had been badly injured.
Li Zhiyi stood crookedly, his blood-soaked clothes dripping. He could not even stand straight, and crystalline drops of blood fell from his chin.
Above him, terrifying pressure poured down from the purple Formation Disk, as if a million mountains were pressing down to break his spine.
Thud, thud, thud!
A horn suddenly sounded.
On the shattered earth, someone among the Ji Prefecture soldiers who had been routed and driven into retreat now raised a flag. Pair after pair of eyes, filled with terror, stared at Li Zhiyi—but the fear in them had faded.
He was finished.
His Golden Body Dharma Form was gone.
He could barely stand.
The golden-armored man stared hard at Li Zhiyi, his gaze sweeping over the broken earth and the corpses Li Zhiyi had cut to pieces.
"Draw your blades!!!"
The golden-armored man roared, as if trying to shout out all the fear from moments before.
Swish, swish, swish!!!
The vast Ji Prefecture army drew their long blades one after another. Their black blades reflected the shattered sky, like an endless dark sea surging toward Li Zhiyi.
"Run..."
Chen Min was pinned down by the pressure of the purple formation. His already gravely injured body was in an even worse state from struggling. He struggled to raise his head and look at Li Zhiyi's crooked back.
"Run..."
"Run!"
Ji Daowu roared. He lay sprawled on the ground, his face smeared with mud.
"You've already done more than enough!"
The last ten thousand Great Xia soldiers could not move. Their bodies trembled, but they could not struggle, or even speak.
Seeing this, the fear in the eyes of the Ji Prefecture soldiers—who had been terrified