The spear tip roared like a tiger, smashing toward him with several tons of water. Pei Ye raised his broken sword and barely blocked it, then was hurled away along the wall, cracking several more bones as he crashed down.
Yu Sicheng walked toward Pei Ye, step by step.
He had clearly grown stronger. Flood dragon scales grew across his skin, and after he had laid bare his origins and past, those imagined weaknesses had all been erased as well. No gaps could be seen in this body anymore.
Pei Ye knew he could still hold on a little longer. Without [Drifting Returning Wind], he still had [Jade Elder], [Poplar Blossoms], [Cloud Chill], and more. As long as he still held a sword and Black Chi remained beside him, it would be hard for anyone to take his life in a single blow.
But he had indeed begun sliding into the abyss of death. The goddess of the Luo River wood peach surging into him was saving his body, but it was nowhere near enough to let him catch his breath beneath that spear. One thrust, two thrusts... sooner or later, his sword would shatter, and his injuries would accumulate beyond what he could bear.
Black Chi was considering taking him away from here altogether.
Yu Sicheng's immediate priority was entering the Goddess of the Luo River Palace. He had already obtained his flood dragon body. If Pei Ye stopped obstructing him and focused on leaving, he most likely would not pursue him to the death.
Even a sword that pressed forward without retreat needed a suitable sheath. If Black Chi began taking control, Pei Ye would not resist, but he had also said that he hoped to delay a little longer... just a little longer.
At that moment, he