Bai Xiaotian landed beside Shen Luo and hurriedly took out two healing pills, stuffing them into his mouth. Then, his hands formed seals at lightning speed, and streams of incantations fell upon Shen Luo like rain.
Clusters of golden light flickered across Shen Luo's body as the wounds all over him slowly healed. Yet his aura did not recover in the slightest; instead, it continued to weaken.
Large beads of sweat unconsciously seeped from Bai Xiaotian's forehead and rolled down his cheeks, but the movements of his hands only grew faster as he continued casting Huasheng Temple's healing arts.
After Shen Luo was severely injured and lost consciousness, the golden spell formation surrounding Zhanguo's body collapsed with a crash and swiftly dispersed, revealing Zhanguo once more.
His body had been severed at the waist, blood smeared across the cuts, yet not a single drop flowed out. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened. He had somehow not yet perished.
However, he had become extraordinarily aged. Countless wrinkles covered the skin of his face, making him look as though he had suddenly turned into an old man on the verge of death.
The viciousness in Zhanguo's expression was gone. His eyes were filled with confusion, as though he had lost all hope in everything, and he made no attempt to heal himself.
Although Zhanguo remained motionless, Bai Xiaotian's cultivation was profound, and he immediately noticed the changes in the other man's aura.
He slowly propped Shen Luo up with one hand and flicked his other hand. A golden Magical Artifact knife appeared, golden light churning across its surface as he prepared to kill Zhanguo completely.
"Benefactor Bai, please wait." Chan'er's voice came from afar. Sitting cross-legged within the Golden Cicada Dharma Form, he had opened his eyes at some point.
Bai Xiaotian