Su Mo looked at Li Wudi, then turned to Wu Qian.
Karma... was this truly karma?
"Then you should wait for her to wake up and let her take revenge with her own hands," Su Mo said slowly.
Li Wudi shook his head. "There's no time. I can't hold on."
He looked at Su Mo, his expression gradually growing dazed. "Don't let me die from my Great Dao shattering... let me... die by your hand... this is the only... dignity I have left."
"Consider this... me begging you..." Li Wudi pleaded, forcing the words out with great difficulty.
Su Mo looked at Li Wudi, at the valiant, imposing silver armor covering him, and slowly asked, "After you die, what will become of Desolate Demon Pass?"
Li Wudi shook his head dazedly. "I don't know. Even if I wanted to look after it, I no longer could."
"I can only hope the soldiers in the pass can hold it..."
Su Mo sighed and finally nodded.
"I promise. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Seeing Su Mo agree, relief appeared on Li Wudi's face. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he thought for a moment before finally asking the question that concerned him most. "How much of your cultivation did you use just now?"
Su Mo thought for a moment, then answered calmly, "Sixty percent."
At Su Mo's answer, Li Wudi's eyes grew dazed again, and he gave a bitter laugh.
"You're lying. You didn't even use your Life-Bound Spirit Artifact."
Su Mo opened his mouth but said nothing.
He was indeed lying to Li Wudi. He had not even used the power of his cultivation...
Li Wudi gazed deeply at Su Mo and drew a deep breath. "Let me... see your Life-Bound Spirit Artifact..."
"I want to die... beneath