Bai Feng spat wind blade after wind blade at the Other Shore Flowers behind him in terror.
His remaining arm flailed wildly, and he even accidentally cut himself with his own wind blades.
But these Other Shore Flowers had already received more blood, increasing their penetrating power, strength, and toughness.
He could only watch as petals pierced his body one after another, feel the emptiness in his body as his blood was absorbed, and feel how every beat of his heart served only to feed these Other Shore Flowers. Then he was engulfed.
"Was I really wrong?"
But the Other Shore Flowers formed a dividing line. On the other side were Zhao Wuji and the other surviving Soul Masters; on this side were only him and two shriveled corpses. So no one heard his question, and no one could give him an answer.
Zhao Wuji retreated while fending off the Other Shore Flower petals attacking him, leaving Black Wind Stronghold and reaching the area outside its gates.
Throughout this, although the Black Wind Stronghold Chief could not move the rest of his body, his eyes, filled with venomous hatred, kept following Zhao Wuji.
It made him shudder involuntarily.
Knowing that no one remained in the clearing outside, he smashed straight through Black Wind Stronghold's outer wall and roared at the bandits who still wanted to fight. His sheer presence alone stopped them from moving.
"If you keep resisting, there are only two outcomes: either I kill you now, or you become nutrients for these Other Shore Flowers later. Stop now, and I won't kill you. Once things here are over, I'll let you leave. Whether you can get away will depend on your own ability."
Zhao Wuji's words finally made them stop. They looked at one another, and, starting with