What was even harder for him to imagine was that someone of Daoist Jieyin's realm—
when facing minor cultivators they could slap to death with a single palm—
would be so cautious!
The moment he made a move, he had gone all out!
Bai Ze tilted his head to glance at Duobao, who was still unconscious, and sighed softly within his heart.
Now, he could only hope that Lingbao's self-destruction would blow Daoist Jieyin to death!
Otherwise, with Duobao severely injured and unconscious and himself on the verge of death, there would not be the slightest chance of survival!
Leaning against the rubble, he stared at the blinding sphere of light at the center of the explosion.
His heart was taut with tension!
He desperately hoped that Jieyin would die beneath this blow.
But when he saw the shadow within the gradually dispersing sphere of light, his heart suddenly sank.
The breath he had been holding instantly leaked away.
Leaning against the rocks, he looked at Duobao beside him. After using all his strength to write down a sentence, he slumped weakly against the stone and murmured,
"Brother, it seems we cannot escape this calamity."
Then he tilted his head to look at Daoist Jieyin, whose body was charred black and riddled with holes from magical treasure fragments, yet whose aura was merely somewhat sluggish, and silently closed his eyes.
"Kid, you are quite good, but the gap between our realms is like a chasm between heaven and earth!
Before absolute power, every scheme is but drifting clouds!"
Daoist Jieyin walked toward Bai Ze step by step. Seeing Bai Ze close his eyes in surrender, Jieyin did not waste any more words.
As the saying went, delay bred change. Earlier, he had feared the Celestial Venerable's backup plan, yet in