Snow in a Time of Need
Xi Jing and the others hurriedly shook their heads. Hong Liuyun wiped the smear of blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly. "Brother Yun Ting, you've already done us a tremendous kindness by coming to our aid. There's no need to apologize."
Before he could say anything, Tang Xiaoli was already staring blankly at the scene before her. "How did things end up like this?"
Bi Fan gazed at the scene ahead with a somber expression. As far as the eye could see, many of their companions lay motionless on the ground. Among them was Shang Chenzong, someone he knew very well.
They had met not long after entering the Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda, and he had left a deep impression on Bi Fan. He never could have imagined that when they met again, they would already be separated by life and death.
As for those who could still barely fight, every one of them was clenching their teeth and struggling on despite their severe injuries.
He instinctively clenched his fist. It felt as if something were lodged in his heart, making him ache with discomfort. Only after a long while did he look at Xi Jing and ask in a heavy voice, "What happened?"
Hong Liuyun gave a bitter smile and briefly recounted how they had encountered the Devil Race in wave after wave. But the ones who had truly beaten them were the enemies lurking in the shadows. Every one of them was at the Spirit Lord Realm—tricky and difficult to deal with.
Picking up where he left off, Xi Jing said gravely, "As wave after wave of Devil Race members appeared, we couldn't hold out any longer. Brother Xuanzhi fought a peak Spirit Lord Realm expert over there.