Clearly, Luo Xiaotian valued Xu Xuan more than Chaos Valley.
If not for Xu Xuan, he would have felt no sense of belonging to Chaos Valley at all.
Yet Xu Xuan's position and status made it impossible for him to abandon Chaos Valley and escape alone.
That was the difference between cultivators from great sects and rogue cultivators. Today, Xu Xuan could only fight to the death. He could not choose to flee.
"You all go! I'll have Xu Qiang cover you!"
Xu Xuan roared. He wanted to unleash another burst of power, but he had already overdrawn his origin, and blood spurted uncontrollably from all seven orifices!
"Then we'll die together!"
Luo Xiaotian gritted his teeth fiercely. Though he did not want to die here, he could not leave Xu Xuan behind and escape alone.
With a savage expression, he looked into the distance, only to see countless Blood Clan members surging toward them endlessly like waves upon the sea.
Faced with such a situation, he truly had the will but lacked the strength.
Other than staring blankly, he had no choice at all.
"Holy Lord! Go!"
The Primordial Saint suddenly screamed wildly. His body abruptly swelled, his whole figure resembling a giant windmill, frightening the surrounding Blood Clan experts into retreat.
He was clearly about to detonate himself. Even Saint-level Blood Clan members dared not confront him head-on and fled in all directions.
"No! You all go! I'm the Holy Lord! How can I be the first to leave?"
Xu Xuan roared in frantic fury. Countless attacks landed on him, battering him until he was drenched in blood, but he no longer had the strength to slay powerful foes.
The tension on the battlefield reached its limit, while a tragic, desperate atmosphere weighed upon everyone's heart.
"What's that?"