The night was as dark as ink and the moon was hanging high in the sky.
Inside an eerie cave hidden inside a dense forest…
Ling Xian's face was pale white and his eyes were tightly closed. Pea-sized sweat accompanied by dots of red dripped down his chin – truly horrifying.
Ever since he left the Shang Qing Sect, he had been on the run. After escaping for more than 3,000 miles, he could no longer suppress the injuries he sustained and he was forced to stop inside this forest.
What could he do? Though he appears courageous and brave like an undefeatable god of war who could easily defeat all enemies, the reality was that he was deeply wounded inside the ruins. The only reason why he still looked decently ok was that he burned his spirituality and he was basically draining away his life.
Then, he used all his strength to pave out a path and fight bloody battles. Naturally, he made everything worse. Now, he finally could no longer endure.