Above Tai Lake.
The terrifying aftershocks of the spells faded away.
Likewise, after He Kang unleashed that overwhelmingly powerful strike, his entire aura became like a flickering remnant candle in the wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment.
At that moment, he only felt hollow all over. His body swayed uncontrollably several times, his vision went black, and he then fell limply from the sky.
"Senior Brother He!"
Zhou Yu cried out anxiously, then hurriedly flew forward to catch him, saying in frustration, "Senior Brother He, why did you have to do this?!"
"Cough! Cough! If I hadn't, neither of us would have gotten out of here alive today."
"Even if This Old Man dies, I'll drag him down with me!" He Kang's breath was weak as a thread, his face devoid of color.
In the sky, that Golden-Flame White Tiger transformed back into a golden treasure seal and returned to He Kang's hand.
Just then.
Old Ancestor Qingxuan, Wei Wuyai, and Pei Qing also flew out from the underground palace beneath the lake.
As they gazed upon the shocking scene before them, they understood that White Bone True Man had suffered grave injuries. Such an opportunity was rare, so they took out their magical treasures, eager to make a move.
Liu Jinyuan of the Primal Fiend Sect and Old Ghost Yan of the Joyous Union Sect were already covered in wounds. Seeing the situation outside, then glancing at Qin Ming and the others glaring like tigers nearby—
especially with Three Demonic Kings at his side—the two let out strange cries. They no longer cared about the badly injured White Bone True Man and transformed into one black and one red streak of light, fleeing the scene in an instant.
White Bone True Man's sinister gaze lingered on