Chapter 815: Shameful Matter
Pfft.
Barely a quarter-hour had passed, and Li Qinghong and Xi Chang had begun to fight in earnest. Lightning and moonlight clashed in the sea, sending waves crashing endlessly.
At the same time, Li Quantao’s face was ashen as he teetered on the brink of collapse. He had been fighting nonstop and was long exhausted. He had been besieged by two devil cultivators earlier and had already sustained injuries. His condition worsened with each clash, and a single moment of distraction led to a heavy palm strike to the chest.
Hiss...
His torn and ragged dharma robe had long lost most of its protective light. Yet, it managed to hold together enough to keep him from sinking into the sea immediately. But the pale mist still eroded his flesh, exposing stark white bone beneath.
Li Xizhi kept glancing over and saw Quantao taking hit after hit from spells, soaking his robes in blood. Xizhi was just about to break formation and help when he spotted several more figures flying in from the distance.
“My lord! Forgive our tardiness!”
Li Xizhi’s heart sank as he saw two more cultivators riding the wind toward them. The white-haired leader looked quite formidable.
Reinforcements for the enemy...
“Sigh...”
Fear surged in Xizhi’s heart. He heard Yu Yuwei’s heavy sigh nearby as the old man slowly raised his hand, a dense purple firelight welling up on his palm.