"What a fierce fight to the death." Mo Caihuan watched from afar, knowing that this battle would almost certainly end in mutual destruction.
The sword qi was exhausted, the ghostly qi dispersed, and the battlefield seemed to have entered winter, giving off a bitter chill.
When the battle ended, a streak of green light shot out with a whoosh and fled into the distance. It seemed to be seeking someone to possess.
At the center of the battlefield, the dying sword cultivator saw his enemy's divine sense escape. He wanted to act but lacked the strength; now, he did not even have enough strength to send his nascent soul out of his body.
He could only say with difficulty, "We cannot let Ghost-Faced Old Ghost escape. He will keep killing people to cultivate. Fellow Daoists, for the sake of Heaven's compassion for all living things, please stop him."
Mo Caihuan released three streaks of Formless Sword Qi. In an instant, they caught up with the divine sense, already more than ten li away, and destroyed it.
Of course, she had not acted out of compassion for all living things. She had recognized the gravely wounded sword cultivator as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, which was why she helped. She had received a cultivation method from the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and when an opportunity arose, she ought to repay the favor.
She took out a life-saving pill and fed it to the sword cultivator, saying, "This is a Blood-Transforming Scorching Sun Pill. Take it and concentrate on absorbing its effects."
Though he did not understand, the sword cultivator still cooperated with the treatment.
But his injuries had damaged his foundations, and medicine alone could not restore him. There was a risk that his cultivation realm would fall,