Calling to Account

Crack!

A figure stumbled out of the void, hair disheveled and looking utterly wretched.

The Vajra Sect Patriarch swept his worried gaze across the battlefield.

When he saw the Thunder Hall Patriarch and the Mad Martial Hall Patriarch under siege, but no sign of Li Xuancang—not even the faintest trace of his aura—his expression changed drastically.

"Could Fellow Daoist Li have been killed?"

Grief filled the Vajra Sect Patriarch's face, while killing intent surged within him.

He did not know what had happened afterward. He thought his failure to reinforce Li Xuancang had led to Li Xuancang's death under the enemy's assault, and guilt weighed on his heart.

"Kill!"

The Vajra Sect Patriarch's killing intent soared to the heavens. Rather than flee, he charged straight into the battlefield.

The Thunder Hall Patriarch and the Mad Martial Hall Patriarch were on the brink of death. Even with the Vajra Sect Patriarch joining the fight, it would make no difference.

"Finish him too."

The Black-robed Man's voice was cold.

One more Vajra Sect Patriarch would not change the outcome. He would merely add another lost soul to the dead.

When Su Xinghai and Bai Meng reached the place where Li Xuancang had fallen, a change was already taking place there.

A cloud of blood mist rose and gradually condensed into drops of blood.

The blood was crimson and translucent, and every drop carried Li Xuancang's aura.

Su Xinghai and Bai Meng were overjoyed, their bodies trembling with excitement.

Boom!

As they watched, the blood spun rapidly and merged into one.

Before their expectant eyes, Li Xuancang returned to the world of the living.

"Marquis..."

Su Xinghai and Bai Meng were beside themselves with excitement, their eyes fixed intently on Li Xuancang.

The ordeal had frightened them both so badly that they had