Bai Xuanling tried to move the corners of her mouth, only to find she could not. Her voice was cold:
"Why bother with me? You could easily die doing this."
"If I don't, you really will die."
Bai Xuanling raised her hand, and Azure Darkness circled back. She drew two deep breaths:
"I thought you understood."
"I thought you understood, too."
Chu Xingchen did his best to keep his expression calm. Bai Xuanling really had not held back with that punch, but fortunately, she had thrown it hastily while her mind was muddled and had not employed any additional means.
Threads of crimson tinged Bai Xuanling's eyes. Her voice was hoarse:
"This is no time to act on impulse."
Chu Xingchen caught Bai Xuanling's wrist and retreated. They were within the Heavenly Demon's attack range. At the same time, he asked:
"How much longer can you hold on?"
At his question, Bai Xuanling casually took some pills from her Spatial Ring and popped one into her mouth. After waiting a moment, she said:
"Your medicine is of little use now. If you mean staying clearheaded, I probably won't last until reinforcements arrive."
"What if you stop fighting?"
"Stopping makes no difference. I might as well let the world witness the King of Hell's former glory once more."
Hearing this, Chu Xingchen grinned:
"What's so worth seeing about that glory? There's something better. Want to try it?"
Bai Xuanling scoffed:
"Don't tell me you mean that grand disciple-recruiting method of yours? I, Bai Xuanling, have been illustrious all my life. I have no wish to become such a laughingstock at death's door."
Chu Xingchen glanced back at Huang Miao, then smiled and gave an answer unrelated to her question:
"I'm no saint. Since you trust me, I ought to trust you,