It hurt—an agonizing, bone-piercing pain!
Eastern Emperor's strike had not only pecked at his soul; it had also erupted with terrifying heat, as though it meant to refine him alive. It was incomparably tyrannical.
Was this the power of a Golden Crow's true body? Its command of Solar True Fire far exceeded imagination. Even his supreme defenses had been grievously damaged. It was clearly flame, yet it slashed and cleaved like blades and swords. Even with supreme restoration, repairing his torn flesh was exceptionally difficult.
Li Su slowly opened his eyes. All he saw was darkness. Even the air was unbearably heavy, weighing more than ten times as much per square centimeter as the air outside. It pressed down on him like a mountain.
Already grievously wounded, Li Su was now suppressed by this strange weight to the point that he could barely move. Even opening his eyes felt as though he had to use every ounce of strength he possessed.
Cao Qian. They were not nearby.
The instant they entered, he had been ambushed. Li Su had fainted on the spot, so there was naturally no way he could have kept hold of the two of them. The three had been separated the moment they entered. As for where the two had fallen, he had no idea.
Drawing a breath, Li Su did not dwell on it too much. Before coming here, he had already made it clear that the Mythical Realm was extremely dangerous, and that he might not be able to protect them. Even so, they had insisted on coming. All he could say was that life and death were decreed by fate.
Fortunately, when Eastern Emperor launched his sneak attack, almost all of its power had struck the Kindling Flame Banner and Li Su himself. And