Big Dipper Star Lord trembled violently, blood pouring from his seven orifices. Beneath his mask, his face was deathly pale, as frail as paper.
Forcing down the injuries to his Primordial Spirit and flesh, he spat out a mouthful of essence blood. It burned in the air, transforming into a streak of blood-red starlight that sought to flee the scene.
"Trying to leave?"
"I haven't agreed to that!" Qin Tian raised his hand and curled his fingers. Space groaned, unable to withstand the force of his grasp.
The streak of blood-red starlight immediately became stuck halfway up the mountain, unable to move like a mosquito trapped in amber.
"Xi, come help me!" Big Dipper Star Lord took out a Spatial Transposition talisman. A trace of pain flashed through his eyes at the expense, but he ultimately chose to transport Xi over.
This amounted to throwing his teammates under the bus.
Without Xi, a grandmaster, the other members of Mythos would most likely suffer casualties when facing the three from Immortal Traces.
But what could he say? Better a fellow Daoist died than this poor Daoist. He was about to perish himself; what scruples could he possibly have left?
As for how he would face the teammates he had screwed over once they got out?!
That could wait until he got out!
The Great Transposition Talisman blossomed with silvery radiance, transporting over a being wearing the mask of the Sun Star Lord.
There were two reasons Big Dipper Star Lord had not used this method in the original work. First, the cost was enormous. Quite apart from the talisman's price in Good Karma, having Xi save him even once would leave him owing a tremendous favor.
Second, his life had not been in danger in the original work, so naturally, he