Escape is impossible.
Fight, and there's no strength to resist.
One way or another, it's death.
Yuanmie has no choice left.
Now, all he can hope for is to block Mo Bai Jun's sword at all costs, buying Xu Yang a chance to escape by whatever means possible.
If so, then his death wouldn't be in vain.
Ruoruo would still have someone left to care for her.
Li Fan is even more consumed by terror, utterly hopeless, his mind on the verge of oblivion.
Xu Yang's face is ashen.
Above, the blood clouds churn, Mo Bai Jun's twisted face looming, his scarlet blood sword already raised.
There's no time to think.
"Young master, go!"
Yuanmie growls low.
Xu Yang shouts madly, "Senior, block his sword! I have a plan!"
"Do you still remember how you were trapped?"
"..."
Yuanmie shudders, a dazzling light flaring in his eyes.
That place... it's an entire, perfect world.
Burial ground for countless ancient powers.
