Cai Xuan hung his head, his body like a battered sack, his organs churned upside down within him, his blood nearly drained dry. By now, his vision was almost gone; he could not see anyone at all. Only a shred of instinct drove the Embracing Core True Sha he had cultivated for twenty years, focusing it into a single thread that firmly locked onto the person before him.
There had to be other enemies nearby, but he paid them no heed. Once the Haoran Sect's "Sacrifice life for righteousness" method was activated, any external impact would only cause all the vital energy in his body to erupt, razing everything within three miles to the ground. Even a Void Stepping master could not be certain of escaping unscathed. The target he had locked onto could not possibly flee, creating a situation where the enemy feared breaking a rat's head for the sake of a porcelain vase.
The only late-stage Core Restoration cultivator in the enemy party had been pinned down here by him, giving Senior Brother Zhao Fang and the others a chance to survive. Once word got back, the sect would surely seek justice for him...
That had been his original plan—but that was not quite right. The situation had been dire then; his blood had rushed to his head, and he had charged in. In a muddle, he had created the present situation. Those reasons could only count as thoughts he had made up afterward. But now, even those thoughts were gradually blurring away. Only the pain and helplessness, growing ever clearer, wove a shadow of despair that left him struggling to breathe.
At a time like this, he needed some strength to support him. Thus, his lips, stained with his own blood, moved slightly as he began reciting