"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, help—"
As he drew closer, the cries grew clearer, though before he could finish the word "help," a resounding *boom* echoed behind the male cultivator. Something crashed down, carving out a deep ravine in the earth, and the sheer force of the impact blasted the cultivator up into the air. With a cry of agony, followed by a loud *thud*, he came crashing down just ten meters ahead of Li Dai.
Up close, the pathetic sight of him was almost unrecognizable: his face blackened, his hair a chaotic mess, and his robes shredded into mere strips of cloth. He looked nothing like a cultivator at all. Even Mu Tianhe, back when he had been dead broke, wore clothes that were merely worn out, hanging from him like a tattered broom, but Li Dai had truly never seen anything like this.
Chapter 787