That cough made the three men's hearts turn cold. Even that hadn't killed him?
Right—when were the reinforcements coming? The three of them had held him off for a full half hour, yet not a single person had arrived?
Could it be that they had been sold out?
"Hahaha! Old ghost, after all these years, you've gotten this useless? Forced into such a state by three juniors, even bringing out your Heavenly Demon True Body?"
At that moment, a hearty laugh rang out in the distance. A middle-aged man carrying two broadswords on his back strode through the void toward them.
The middle-aged man looked at Devil Abyss and laughed loudly, his tone thick with mockery.
Devil Abyss merely glanced at him and said nothing.
"Old ghost, you're still as cold as ever. But your condition isn't looking too good either, is it? Don't waste your strength. Watch me chop down these three little friends for you."
"Every time you make a move now, you burn several centuries of your lifespan. You barely have any life left as it is, so with those old arms and legs of yours, don't go throwing yourself around."
The middle-aged man laughed again, then turned to look at the distant trio of Cang Yun. Slowly, he drew the two broadswords from his back.
Cold light flickered across the blades, gleaming with razor-sharp brilliance.
"Old ghost, I'll leave the blood essence of these three to you. I don't want to just stand by and watch you kick the bucket."
With that, the middle-aged man shattered the void beneath his foot. His entire body became a streak of light as he shot toward the three of them. Cang Yun's eyes could not catch sight of him at all.
He could only instinctively raise his arms to