Within the entire ruined Lingxiao Treasure Hall, violent currents still raged.
The Heaven-Opening edge unleashed by the Azure Sword Lotus had carved a ravine stretching ten thousand miles across the white jade ruins, lingering without dispersing.
Zhun Ti was pinned firmly to the ground by that vast Great Dao power. His twenty-four-headed dharma manifestation had been completely shattered, and Saint blood flowed ceaselessly across the white jade tiles.
In the distance, Jie Yin crawled out from the rubble. A massive bloody hole had been torn open in his chest by sword qi, and his Hunyuan mana was rapidly dissipating.
He looked up at Qin Mu's divine-sense avatar standing in the void with his hands behind his back, and his heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
A mere strand of divine sense possessed such terrifying might.
If Qin Mu's true body descended, then there was no chance the two martial brothers would leave the Western Heavenly Court alive today.
"Junior Brother, retreat at once!"
Ignoring his injuries, Jie Yin tore his throat raw with a hoarse shout, his voice filled with panic and terror.
More than anyone, he knew that Qin Mu could not remain in Zixiao Palace for long.
Once Qin Mu's true body tore through the void along the divine-sense connection and arrived at the Western Heavenly Court, not only would the two of them fail to obtain even a trace of Fortune, they would likely perish here together once more.
Hearing Jie Yin's furious shout, Zhun Ti shuddered violently from head to toe.
Enduring the agonizing pain of shattered bones throughout his body, he braced both hands against the ground and desperately tried to rise.
Leave! Hurry and leave!
Zhun Ti screamed frantically in his heart, his teeth grinding together.
He truly did not want to die again.