Chapter 87: Execution
Above the lake’s surface.
The remnants of the old cultivator splashed into the water, spreading a broad crimson hue.
Fang Xi swiftly retrieved the old man’s gourd magical artifact and bag of holding, remaining silent as he contemplated his situation.
The ‘Black Cloud Pocket’ was still too slow; if not for the old cultivator’s overconfidence and carelessness while approaching, Fang Xi might not have gotten close enough so quickly. His sudden retreat caught the enemy off guard, allowing him to narrow the distance.
Otherwise, he would have had to resort to using the ‘flight talisman’.
This highlighted one of the drawbacks of being a body cultivator - limitations in long-range attacks.
“Not just long-range attacks, but also reconnaissance!” Fang Xi leaned on the Black Iron Sword, attempting to assess the central battlefield’s status but found himself unable…
Meanwhile, Old Daoist Xiu Mu and Wei Yixin’s couple had tactfully chosen different directions to flee, leaving their fates uncertain.
‘What if… I change my appearance now and infiltrate back as someone else?’