Xiao Ming had lost.
Had Tongtian been alone, he could still have held his own.
But once Gong Xuan joined the fray, the situation was no longer something Xiao Ming could control alone.
Worse still, watching his backer abandon him and leave alone had utterly crushed his will to resist. Within a hundred exchanges, Tongtian and Gong Xuan joined forces to knock him out of the sky.
Boom!
The earth shuddered, throwing up clouds of dust.
Tongtian tore through the air with the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe in hand. One swing knocked aside the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock's final counterattack before slamming heavily into Xiao Ming.
Blood seeped from the corner of Xiao Ming's mouth, and even the divine light in his eyes dimmed.
"Saint Tongtian, spare me!"
"I'll agree to any condition, but please let me live!"
Tongtian's heart, too, trembled. Even now, he could scarcely believe that he and the Holy Land Interception Sect had truly weathered the storm.
Yet why Ye Qing, a Primordial Chaos Realm cultivator and originally their greatest threat, had suddenly withdrawn remained a question haunting him.
Gong Xuan charged over just then, but shook his head at Tongtian.
"You mustn't kill him."
"We still don't know why Ye Qing left. We shouldn't burn every bridge with Black Cliff Cave."
"And if someone is to act, isn't Nan Yi still here?"
Tongtian was naturally indignant. After all, so many of his Interception Sect disciples had died.
But on second thought, apart from Xiao Ming before him, it seemed none of the White Tiger Hall members who had come to fight had survived. The Interception Sect had at least won a bitter victory.
While Tongtian hesitated, Nuwa flew over with Nan Yi.
"Tongtian, thirty percent of the ordinary disciples were killed or wounded. Chi Jiao and Li Jiao,