"Stop!" Pang Ruyuan suddenly roared.
"What else do you have to say?" Wei Yidao asked with a frown.
"I want to answer your question," Pang Ruyuan said gravely. "You asked what else I could do. Now I'll give you my answer."
With that, under Wei Yidao and Zhu Xing E's astonished gazes, Pang Ruyuan turned and swiftly fled.
As he fled, he left a parting remark.
"Wei Yidao, take your time waiting to die. I won't be keeping you company."
"After him!" Zhu Xing E shouted. He had never expected Pang Ruyuan to be so shameless as to retreat without a fight.
Yet inwardly, he understood that Pang Ruyuan was right. Wei Yidao's condition was indeed fatal.
But Wei Yidao reached out to stop him and shook his head. "Don't bother. We can't catch him. Even if we did, we couldn't kill him. I don't have much time left."
Zhu Xing E immediately stopped using his forbidden art.
As he stopped, he violently spat out a great mouthful of blood, and his face instantly grew haggard.
Stopping the forbidden art in time was not fatal, but the damage to his body was still immense.
"Brother Wei, why aren't you stopping?" Zhu Xing E called weakly, heedless of his own injuries.
"I can't stop anymore," Wei Yidao said with a sigh. "I never thought I'd still end up dying at Pang Ruyuan's hands. I fought him all my life and won all my life. I never thought that losing once at the very end-just once-would cost me everything."
"There must be a way." Zhu Xing E hurriedly pulled a Small Porcelain Bottle from inside his robes and tipped out a pill.
"Don't bother. Those pills won't help," Wei Yidao said, shaking his head. "Leave now. I'm afraid Pang Ruyuan might return.