Li Xuanfeng shuddered at those words and abruptly looked toward the voice. A figure approached through the air, robes fluttering. It was Yun Che.
A flicker of astonishment first crossed his eyes, followed by indescribably complex emotions: shock, shame, and a trace of barely perceptible hope.
After all, he was already trapped in a desperate situation. The two demons' attacks came like a raging storm, every clash making his blood churn. Had he not held on through sheer obsession, he would have long since died beneath their claws.
The Demon Tamer at the Peak Spirit God Realm frowned slightly at Yun Che's arrival and barked coldly, "Another fool with a death wish? Looks like I'll be finishing all of you off together today!"
With that, he moved. A terrifying pressure far beyond that of the previous two Demon Tamers instantly enveloped the area. A spear formed from pure evil energy condensed in his hand, its tip aimed straight at Yun Che's heart.
Yet Yun Che seemed to disregard that pressure entirely. His gaze settled on Li Xuanfeng as he asked evenly, "I asked you, do you need help?"
Li Xuanfeng gritted his teeth. He looked at his sister imprisoned in a cage nearby, then at the demons and Demon Tamers closing in on him. Finally, he said dejectedly, "...Yes."
He knew this was no time to put on a brave front. His sister's safety mattered far more than his pride.
The corners of Yun Che's lips lifted slightly, and he abruptly vanished from where he stood.
The next second, a wet piercing sound rang out. A Mental Thought Sword as thick as a finger bone actually pierced the evil-energy spear in the Peak Spirit God Realm Demon Tamer's hand, bringing his attack to an abrupt halt.
The vicious grin froze