With a crack, Wu Xuancang discovered that his longsword had been snapped clean in two. Du Moyou's fist continued toward his chest without losing momentum.
Unable to dodge in time, Wu Xuancang abandoned the broken sword's hilt and swiftly thrust out both palms.
With a bang, the two forces collided. Wu Xuancang gave a muffled grunt, and his body was hurled away.
Du Moyou did not pursue him. Instead, he had already turned to face Li Bai, who was attacking from behind.
"Vitality Pills?" Du Moyou's expression turned cold. "Let this old man see how many more Vitality Pills you have left."
Li Bai had been at death's door just now, and he had not paid him much attention.
He had not expected Li Bai to have Vitality Pills as well. It seemed he had obtained them from his son.
It was precisely because Li Bai had taken a Vitality Pill, recovered from his injuries, and interfered with Du Moyou from behind that Du Moyou had been forced to withdraw part of his force, sparing Wu Xuancang from being killed in a single blow.
After retreating, Wu Xuancang did not hesitate either and immediately swallowed a Vitality Pill.
At a time like this, however precious the pills were, he had to take them. Were Vitality Pills not meant for crises like this?
After swallowing the pill, Wu Xuancang discovered that his injuries had healed almost instantly. Vitality surged within him, and even if he used a forbidden art, he probably would not need to worry about any lasting aftereffects for a short while. Its effects were truly miraculous.
Li Bai and Wu Xuancang frantically raised their internal power, charging at Du Moyou regardless of the cost.
The three figures moved incessantly, their scattered force leaving the surroundings in ruins. Anyone