Xie Xiyi said, "It seems you're very confident this time."
Tingyun said, "Please die."
Xie Xiyi shielded Chi Yu behind him. The black mist around him surged like a tide, releasing numerous forbidden curses that formed rings and guarded Chi Yu securely.
"Senior Brother Xuanji..." Chi Yu hesitated, and Xie Xiyi laughed. "What is it?"
Chi Yu said, "Let's run."
Xie Xiyi said, "We can't run anymore." He sighed. "It looks like we're done for this time. Chi Yu, are you willing to die with me?"
Chi Yu: "..."
Again?
Chi Yu said, "Senior Brother Xuanji, I don't want to die yet. I haven't had enough of the good life. Can't you think of something?"
Tingyun had no interest in letting them chat. Ultimately, the great formation drew on the immortal power left behind by his repeated Body Dissolutions, so time was especially precious.
Tingyun rapidly formed seals with both hands. An enormous golden ring rose behind him, separating like liquid into countless golden spheres, which transformed in midair into golden characters, then into sharp swords, each radiating an oppressive pressure.
Chi Yu had experienced many battles at Xie Xiyi's side, but this one alone gave him a very bad feeling.
Before he could think further, those swords shot toward them like lightning.
Chi Yu raised his sword. Xie Xiyi said in his ear, "It's no use. He's using forbidden curses too."
There was no laughter in the voice of Xie Xiyi, who so often wore a smile. His tone had turned utterly cold and stern.
The Wasteland, the Yu Dynasty.
Xiaoqiu woke from his coma, his eyes much clearer. He turned his head toward Wu Yunsu, who was meditating beside him, and called hoarsely, "Wu Yunsu."
Wu Yunsu quickly emerged from meditation and reached out to help him