You Su suddenly turned back.
The lightning flashed again, casting a ghastly pale light on his face.
He watched the endless surge of the evil tide beneath the tree and fell into hesitation.
Should he go back now to save Ji Xueruo and keep her away from that bizarre giant serpent that should have died thousands of years ago?
Or should he charge outside the island without hesitation to end this mad trial quickly and save everyone's lives?
He swung the Mo Song Sword all the way here, his arms growing increasingly numb, the Profound Qi in his spiritual platform continuously exhausted since the battle for Sanyuan Purple Gold began, and his body truly weary.
But he never considered retreating. He tirelessly advanced just to save the lives of those who trusted him, not to quickly establish his identity as the one who seized the treasure.
As if this was his responsibility, and he chose to accept it.
