The eyes of the ten halls of gods and Buddhas fell upon the two of them. The air seemed to freeze, carrying a chilling cold.
He blocked every blade and sword, forcing himself to stay upright. There was even the faintest smile in his eyes.
"I'll get you out of here."
Their hands clasped tightly together. The sticky blood reminded him of the great fire on Zhong Mountain.
"Don't look back. Do as I say."
