As his Cultivation Body circulated ever faster, the Fat Cultivator continued probing. "What a fine road to death. It seems Fellow Daoist is quite confident in himself?!"
"If this old man is not mistaken, Fellow Daoist's injuries are anything but light. Why throw away your life over such a paltry bit of friendship?"
The smile on Su Shi'er's face did not diminish in the slightest. "The one who dies may not be me. These minor injuries are more than enough to kill you..."
By the end of his words, Su Shi'er's aura was weak, yet two sharp rays of light shot from his eyes.
"Good, good, good! Since Fellow Daoist is so confident, then this old man shall see what you are capable of!"
Cold light flashed in the Fat Cultivator's eyes, his face carrying a trace of anger.
Whether the man before him was putting on a brave front or not, having been provoked to this extent, he had truly been enraged.
The moment his words fell, the soul banner in his hand blazed with light.
The Fat Cultivator struck first, intending to seize the initiative.
At the wave of his soul banner, the wronged souls and vicious ghosts circling around him let out shrill, ear-piercing cries and charged straight at Su Shi'er.
The wronged souls and vicious ghosts varied greatly in cultivation, but bolstered by the soul banner, the cold ghostly aura they released formed rolling black mist before they could even launch an attack, swallowing Su Shi'er whole.
The temperature in the surrounding area plummeted. The ghostly aura silently seeped into Su Shi'er's body, affecting both his will and the circulation of Immortal Essence within him.
Su Shi'er's will was resolute, so he was naturally unaffected in the slightest. Yet his injuries had not healed, and with