Along with that shout, Zhao Fang saw the charging enemy violently crash backward, plunging into a fissure in the earth.
The clashing True Baleful Intent of Core Formation cultivators surged and churned within the narrow space, scraping away a layer of the rock wall in the blink of an eye. This kind of unadorned head-on collision best revealed relative strength, and he heard the enemy who had once chased him across the heavens and earth let out a muffled grunt, actually fleeing all the way and never looking back.
Before the fissure, a woman in plain attire stopped, furrowing her brows slightly as she looked toward him. Zhao Fang felt a bit dazed, for a moment not knowing what to say, and simply stood there in a stupor.
The Wind Subduing Spirit Python possessed profound sentience, and knowing the crisis had passed and it truly could no longer sustain itself, it dispersed the snake formation and collapsed limply onto the ground. Only then did Zhao Fang snap back to his senses; in truth, he was also injured, his five viscera and six bowels damaged by an expert. Even if there was no threat to his life, once he relaxed, his entire body grew weak and thoroughly wretched. At that moment, someone patted his waist and back.
He gave a fierce start and abruptly turned his head, only to see a refined and handsome man sitting in a four-wheeled cart, nodding and smiling at him.
"Brother Lu!"
Zhao Fang finally understood who had saved him. He was also a rough and bold fellow, but under the drastic transition between life and death, his mind and spirit had suffered a severe shock. Upon seeing an acquaintance, it was as if he had seen a close relative, and he grabbed onto Yu Ci