Xu Chen fixed his gaze on the figure fleeing in disarray. His expression was cold, and he wasted no time on words. With a single thought, the Tianlang Sword instantly transformed into a beam of frigid light, shooting toward Bai Haotian at an extraordinary speed. Sensing the attack erupting from behind, Bai Haotian’s face shifted, and he hurriedly swung his blade to parry.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
Leveraging the momentum from the collision, Bai Haotian lunged forward. Blood streamed from the corner of his mouth as he fled, desperate and disregarding the cost. Fear began to show in his eyes. His injuries were worsening; he could barely hold on. *What now? What can I do?* Ideas flashed through his mind, but none could change the situation or extract him from the brink of death. Gradually, despair took root in his heart. Just then, a commotion erupted ahead. His heart skipped a beat, and he dashed toward the sound.
Chapter 92