Chapter 88: The Ice Field Soaked in Blood

Zhong Yue coughed and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. He strode quickly towards the position of the Bei God Primordial Spirit that was maneuvering around in evasion of the Fang Blade, as it continued to close the distance with Zhong Yue.

Clearly, Bei Shisong knew very well of the adage of catching a snake by the head; Zhong Yue was severely injured, his prowess heavily impaired, and as long as he was killed, the Fang Blade would cease to be a threat.

"Mister Bei, do you think you can still move?"

Zhong Yue wiped away the blood trickling down his mouth with the back of his hand. The Great Sun Golden Crow, by the prompting of his, Primordial Spirit, commanded the zither string to extended as long as it could. Soon, the zither string reached its limit, stopping at a length of three miles long!