Everyone fell silent, a heavy atmosphere closing in around them. In the end, Hu Suye lifted her head and glared coldly at the Devil Race. "It seems we have nowhere left to run. Then let's make our stand here and fight to the death."
Fox Immortal's death had struck her hard—even harder than the knowledge that she herself had fewer than several days to live. That was what had driven her to such grim resolve.
Everyone exchanged solemn looks. Objectively speaking, escaping would have been best.
But they also knew the truth: enemies stood before them, pursuers were at their backs, and there was nowhere to run.
Hong Liuyun's eyes were red, his teeth clenched so hard they seemed ready to shatter. "That's right. Let's fight to the death! If we can kill a few more of those Devil Race beasts, that's good enough!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a piercing cry rang across the sky.
Everyone looked up in alarm. A vast blue light was rapidly shrinking, and in an instant it became a white figure plummeting from the air.
Xi Jing's expression changed. He immediately leaped up and caught the falling figure, preventing a second injury from hitting the ground.
Only then did Hong Liuyun and the others recognize the person who had fallen: Feng Xuanzhi, unquestionably the strongest among them. Now he was covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
"Brother Xuanzhi!" Jin Shanshan cried out. He hurriedly crouched down and pressed a hand to Feng Xuanzhi's chest. Only after confirming that his heart still beat faintly did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Hong Liuyun stared blankly at the shadow slowly descending from above and asked in a low voice, "What realm is that opponent?"
"Peak Spirit Lord Realm," Xi Jing