A gale of wind and snow swept in, forming a barrier that cut off the divide.
The beast-robed cultivator instinctively drew back his hand. By the time he recovered and tried to rescue his companion, it was already too late. All that met him was his companion's despairing gaze.
The third party who arrived on the wind and snow had intervened at the perfect moment. Tai Pei'er and Zhao Xixun understood without exchanging a word, and together they struck to keep the two isolated cultivators from escaping.
Tai Pei'er had been unable to do anything while all four opponents advanced and retreated together. Now, with another helper suddenly joining them and their enemies exposing an opening in their haste to flee, the group had seized its chance.
The wind and snow split the four into two pairs. One pair quickly vanished, but the beast-robed cultivator was held fast. His gravely wounded companion could offer no help at all. His face was ashen, and a gaping hole had been torn through his chest, its flesh frozen by the cold. Merely sustaining his magic wind to keep from falling to the ground was an extraordinary feat.
Without a Foundation Establishment cultivator's powerful vitality sustaining him, anyone else would have died on the spot from such horrific injuries.
The wind and snow grew ever fiercer. The cold seeped through his true essence as though it would soak into his cultivated body. His grip on the beast bone tightened again and again. After surveying his surroundings, he could not help swallowing twice, regret welling up within him.
Had he not hesitated for that instant, he should have withdrawn with his other two companions. Yet once he realized this, shame washed over him, followed by a trace of resentment toward his companions.
If everyone had