Xin Ping was on the verge of death, with no extra consciousness left. His spiritual body was about to be devoured by demon beasts when an incomparably powerful divine sense suddenly swept over in surging waves. Before it even reached Xin Ping, the demon beasts, extraordinarily sensitive to danger, had already noticed it. With a series of whooshes, several demon beasts closest to Xin Ping did not hesitate in the slightest. They decisively abandoned Xin Ping's Nascent Soul spiritual body, drove their blue-black demonic qi around themselves, and fled into the distance. The hundred or so demon beasts that had just been about to approach likewise scattered in all directions and fled.
Xiao Hua did not dare be careless. After sweeping the area with his divine sense, he pursued them for several more miles before slowly withdrawing it. Then, with a flicker of his figure, he appeared beside Xin Ping and hurriedly waved his hand. Xin Ping's spiritual body, so faint that only the outlines remained as lines, stopped dissipating and froze within the earth.
"How did this happen?" Xiao Hua swept his gaze over him and immediately knew that Xin Ping was beyond saving. Even the eyes of the Nascent Soul spiritual body had long since dimmed, without the slightest trace of divine light. Clearly, his Primordial Spirit had nearly completely vanished as well.
When Xiao Hua had transformed into a python-dragon and encountered Xin Ping that day, Xin Ping had already fled. But according to what Ao Zhantian later said, Xin Ping had actually reached a certain agreement with Shui Mingzi. By all rights, Xin Ping had already violated his oath from that day. Yet seeing Xin Ping in such a miserable state, Xiao Hua found it hard to feel any urge to reproach him.
"Alas, so be