In the end, the seven arrows formed the shape of the Big Dipper.
"Whew."
Ye Lin clenched and spread his five fingers. In an instant, a terrifying explosion erupted, shaking even the void.
Once the blast subsided, only Long Wu remained within the formation, gravely wounded and on the brink of death.
Long Wu was in an utterly miserable state. Both his legs had been blasted to pieces, one arm had vanished without a trace, and there was a gaping hole in his chest. His divine soul had suffered devastating damage. If not for his formidable cultivation barely keeping him alive, wounds like these would have sent him to see King Yama long ago.
"You... cough, cough."
Long Wu raised his sole remaining arm and pointed at Ye Lin. Just as he was about to say something, his face flushed red and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura withering to the extreme.
"I won't kill you. You're too useless. Killing you wouldn't help me improve much anyway."
Ye Lin grabbed Long Wu and strode forward. Behind him, the Chaos Sword Casket opened on its own, gathered the nine Long Swords, then closed again before obediently following behind Ye Lin.
The artifact spirit of the Immortal-tier Chaos Sword Casket was exceedingly powerful. Its intelligence was no different from that of an ordinary living being; even without Ye Lin's command, it could act on its own.
And the fellow in his hand was Ye Lin's gift in exchange for Tang Qingru's loyalty. This man was simply too useless—killing him would bring little benefit.
Compared to him, Murong Hanxuan was far more valuable.
If you wanted the horse to run, you had to feed it grass, didn't you?
Only by making Tang Qingru stronger could she help him in the