A single glance swept over him, and Mu Bai grunted. Though he hurriedly summoned his Mental Shield, that gaze still wounded him, leaving his mind reeling.
"Go!"
Enduring the piercing agony, Mu Bai grabbed Ling Jinyu and turned, racing toward Jialan City at full speed.
The Red-Clothed Woman's lips curved slightly. As she danced with her sword, she turned and signaled to the half-demon Black Flood Dragon beside her. He obeyed, flashing into Mu Bai's path with his sword in hand.
This was a Black Flood Dragon who had undergone Demon Transformation, the equivalent of a Dao Zun Realm cultivator. Mu Bai and Ling Jinyu had no power to resist him. They would surely die.
"Eldest Princess, I'm sorry I brought you into such danger. I'll hold him off. You go first."
At this critical moment, Mu Bai could only draw upon his Inner Core's power. Perhaps there would still be a thread of hope.
"Only by joining forces will we have a thread of hope. Don't worry. I'm not afraid to die."
As the eldest princess of a great sect, Ling Jinyu had led her sect's army here against the Beast Race for over a year. Naturally, she had her pride. She refused to let a man sacrifice himself to cover her retreat.
"Neither of you is getting away. Die together!"
The half-demon Black Flood Dragon waved his hand, and Mu Bai and Ling Jinyu felt an invisible net bind them. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not move. Mu Bai had experienced this in the Ancestral Dragon Forbidden Land. Under such Spatial Binding, it seemed they could only await death.
It appeared that Mu Bai's strength still fell far short of a Dao Zun's.
"Wretched beast, cease your arrogance!"
Just as the Black Flood Dragon chuckled