Chu Xisheng looked speechlessly at the Snow-Jade White Marten in his hand. This little thing actually latched on to me?
But when he looked closely, he realized Bai Xiao Zhao had already passed out.
She had merely curled her tail unconsciously, clinging to his hand.
Presumably, gravely wounded as she was, the little demon had instinctively wanted to hold on to someone she trusted.
Like a drowning person trying to seize anything on the river that might save their life, even a straw.
Chu Xisheng could not help chuckling.
He bound the limbs of the white marten, who was only the size of a small child's arm, and casually tucked her into his robes.
Though the little demon was unconscious and weak, she still carried the Heart-Entangling Gu. He could not leave that unguarded against.
Chu Xisheng then strode to the front of the Main Sacrificial Altar and looked Si Huangquan up and down, along with the black flames on him.
"Brother Chu, if you intend to save me, I appreciate the thought."
On the altar, Si Huangquan met Chu Xisheng's gaze calmly. "But please stop. The black fire on this altar is the Zangtian Divine Flame. It can burn all spiritual substance of the primordial spirit until a person's soul is refined into a Soul Crystal. Mortals die upon touching it.
"It is too late now, anyway. Without the infusion of Bai Xiao Zhao's and Li Manshan's blood essence, Situ Li will merely take a little longer to condense his body. With the Demon God Zangtian's help, he will still succeed. If I were you, I would take them and flee, as far away as possible-"
The blazing black fire brought him heart-devouring pain, while the power of the Heart-Entangling Gu left him unable to move.
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