His hands growing weak and Ye Shiyuan staggered back several steps.
The drawbacks of his cultivation chose this precise moment to reveal themselves completely.
Was he going to die here today?
Yet it seemed that there were still many things he could not let go of.
In his mind, Bai He's face suddenly appeared.
"Ye Shiyuan, are you alright?"
As if hearing a familiar voice, Ye Shiyuan shook his dizzy head. "Little Elder Bai?"
"That's great, you're still conscious."
Joy surged in Bai He's heart, but the black clad man behind him had already lost his patience and directly slashed their sword toward the two of them.
"Little Elder Bai, be careful!" Ye Shiyuan shouted.
The black clad man seemed to slam into something invisible.
He was violently flung backward and crashing into a large tree before falling heavily to the ground.
It felt as if his internal organs had all been shattered from the impact.
When Bai He saw this scene he though serves him right!
