The moment the thought of using a magic talisman surfaced, Chen Changming forcibly crushed it.
Each magic talisman used was one less remaining. They were trump cards to save his life against even stronger enemies in the future.
Wasting one on merely two cultivators of the First Layer of the Fusion Realm would be utterly not worth the cost.
Besides, though the current situation was deadlocked, he at least stood undefeated—the enemy could not kill him, while he still had plenty of chances to seek out their weaknesses.
Since he could not do anything to them in the short term, then he would fight a war of attrition.
He had eight arms, each able to perform its own task. While attacking, he could also divide his attention to cast the Spring Return Immortal Art, rapidly restoring both his stamina and injuries. If this dragged on, the first to fail would surely be those two on the other side.
The instant the golden barrier collided with the Slaughter Demon Sword, Bai Cangshan seized this rare chance to escape. With a flash, he appeared beside Li Houhai.
"Thank you for saving me, Brother!"
Bai Cangshan clasped his fists, his voice filled with sincere gratitude.
He knew perfectly well that if Li Houhai had not used the formation barrier to block that sword in time, he would likely have already been separated from his head.
"Between sworn brothers like us, there's no need for such courtesy." Li Houhai smiled as he raised Bai Cangshan's arm, his expression gentle.
Bai Cangshan took a deep breath and calmed his surging blood and qi. His gaze darkened as he looked at the figure below, spear in one hand and sword in the other. In a low voice, he asked, "Brother, you saw that man's healing Divine