Gu Shiyi's strength surpassed everyone's imagination. He had attained True Lord only a few years earlier than Bolu, yet unlike Bolu—whom Ji Xuanzhen had blasted apart along with Heavenly Lord City—he had taken Ji Xuanzhen's palm-blade head-on.
His body was like a mountain, his strength like the sea. Shielding the barely living Bolu, he faced off against the Prince of Jin of Great Jing. Raging tides rose for him, and in an instant the waters stood like clustered peaks.
This was the spectacle of a true supreme powerhouse!
The Near-Sea Archipelago was already under Eastern Qi's actual control, but at this very moment, this stretch of sea had become an arena for the mightiest of experts, no longer subject to Qi State's will.
Bolu had long been hewn down to an ordinary man's height, unable to sustain his immense Dao body, his aura falling without stop. Flesh clung to sinew, bone clung to blood; he was like an old skin waiting to be cast away. He stared with vicious eyeballs, even half his eyelids shaved off, muddy tears of blood streaming down.
But his voice was clear.
He said, "You shouldn't have come."
"I came too late," Gu Shiyi said simply.
The sea battlefield, open for ten thousand miles without obstruction and watched in silence by every side, was like the sky at this moment—immeasurably clear, wind and rain thrown into confusion, its waves and clouds turning strange and treacherous in an instant.
No one should ever have come to save Bolu. No matter their status or faction, by every consideration of profit, wisdom, and folly, this choice could not stand.
Everyone knew what they would face if they came to save Bolu today.
Hell's Gate's assassin chief had merely brushed past the edge, sent down a useless rain, and