Bai Zihan stood there, barely steady on his feet, leaning slightly on Chu Ziyan's support—but his eyes were already sharp again.
There was no need to retreat since they were surrounded by allies and quite near the rear.
Though largely it was because he no longer wanted to be carried by Chu Ziyan. And he still couldn't walk properly to leave.
So, Bai Zihan decided to observe.
The battlefield had turned into a slaughterhouse.
Demonic Cultivators fell one after another.
Demonic Beasts roared in fury before being torn apart by sword light, saber arcs, and crushing techniques.
Blood soaked the earth.
Qi storms churned the sky.
Yet Bai Zihan felt no satisfaction.
Only regret.
"Tch!"
He clenched his fists.
His Qi was slowly recovering, but it was nowhere near enough.
Right now, even killing a Soul Formation Demonic Cultivator would be difficult.
What annoyed him the most wasn't the pain.
It was the fact that he couldn't personally kill those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.
