While fleeing, Yu Yaorao had discovered Lu Ye's whereabouts and briefly considered asking him for help, but the thought was dismissed as soon as it crossed her mind.
For one thing, she and Lu Ye did not share any deep friendship. Having fallen into trouble herself, she had no standing to ask him for aid.
For another, even if she truly swallowed her pride and asked, whether he would be willing to help was still unknown.
Taking a step back, even if Lu Ye were willing to help, whether he could stand against those two pursuers was another question.
She knew Lu Ye was not weak. Before the Treasure Gourd had matured, she had even considered recruiting him. But at this point in the Divine Sea Conflict, which of those still alive was weak? She was severely wounded now and could play only a very limited role. If she insisted on dragging Lu Ye into this conflict, she would only bring him trouble. After a brief consideration, she changed direction and continued fleeing.
Yu Yaorao could sense that one of the two pursuers behind her had split off to deal with Lu Ye, and she could not help feeling somewhat apologetic. Though it had not been her intention, she had ultimately implicated him.
Just as she was considering whether to turn back and join forces with Lu Yiye for a fight to the death, an incomparably violent surge of Spiritual Power suddenly erupted behind her, followed immediately by a sharp scream.
Yu Yaorao was startled. She knew that brief, abrupt cry all too well; it was usually the sound a cultivator made just before death.
Sure enough, along with the scream came the unmistakable sensation of a life force being extinguished.
Who was it?
Fleeing in panic, Yu Yaorao did