Just as that snowline emerged from the fissure in Shangde Peak, an extremely fine gray line appeared, like a slender tendril reaching out almost unnoticed when a plant first began to grow.
That gray line came toward Heavenly Light Peak, startling everyone on the summit.
Shocked, True Person Guangyuan and Nan Wang hurriedly went on guard.
Zhuo Rusui ducked behind the Origin Turtle as fast as he could.
Gu Qing stepped in front of Que Niang and Zhao Layue.
Fortunately, that gray line had little destructive power.
With a heavy thud, a hole appeared in Heavenly Light Peak's cliff face. Rocks tumbled down, and Liu S sui lay amid the rubble, clutching his chest. His clothes were covered in blood, and his dark face had turned much paler.
Seeing that it was him, Zhao Layue and the others were surprised-or rather, delighted.
When Jing Jiu and Corpse Dog emerged from Hidden Peak, they had not brought Liu S sui with them. Everyone had assumed he had died along with True Person Taiping. Even if he had not, with Shangde Peak reduced to that state by a single stamp of the Immortal Bairen's foot, there had been no possibility of survival.
Who could have known he was still alive, and that even while fighting the Immortal, the owner of that snowline had remembered to toss him back to Heavenly Light Peak?
"What's going on? Who's over there?"
Zhuo Rusui reached Liu S sui as fast as he could and asked urgently, "That person is so powerful. Could it be Patriarch Daoyuan?"
The aura emanating from that snowline clearly surpassed every level on the Chaotian Continent, even approaching that of an Immortal. Otherwise, how could it have made the Immortal Bairen go so high into the distant night sky?
No matter how