No matter how full of himself Zhong Shiyi was, he absolutely did not think he could withstand even one strike from the Snake Demon.
You had to know, Liu Yizheng's cultivation was about the same as his, and on top of that he carried a Protective Spiritual Treasure bestowed by the elders of the sect.
Even so, he'd still been knocked unconscious by a single blow from this Snake Demon, let alone Zhong.
He also had a Protective Spiritual Treasure, but he really didn't want to waste it here.
Besides, as for trying to survive in the hands of this terrifyingly powerful Snake Demon in front of him, he honestly didn't have the slightest bit of confidence.
Lin Zimu had just escaped danger and barely had a chance to catch his breath; hearing Zhong Shiyi's cry for help, he immediately grabbed his flying sword and charged over.
"Brat, it would've been one thing if you kept hiding, but you actually rush over without knowing your own limits—are you looking to die?"
