Chapter 119 No Time

The heroes of the arcane arts rushed to attack, but I was retreating rapidly.

It wasn't that I didn't want to fight Zhang Fang, but I had to retreat. Amidst the dazzling fire and cold light, I sensed a biting killing intent.

I had just shielded Yun Shang and the others behind me when a whistling sound suddenly erupted in the corridor. Countless sounds, like sharp arrows piercing the wind, swept through the corridor, and the heroes of the arcane arts fell one after another.

Some were pierced by glass, struggling in pools of blood; others had their eyes blown out by shattered glass, screaming and covering their faces...

The entire corridor was filled with blood, struggling figures, and sorcerers desperately trying to rescue their companions. The scene was chaotic.

Some dragged their injured companions backward while frantically waving their hands, "Get inside! Get inside quickly! Find a place without shadows, hurry!"

"Don't go in!" Feng Ruohang was one of the few who could see the situation clearly.

After Zhang Fang's attack, he could have struck again, but he remained still, allowing those sorcerers to hide in the room, because there was an even bigger trap waiting for them.

But at that moment, those high-level figures of the arcane arts, who had long forgotten what Jianghu (the martial world) combat was like, were terrified like frightened rats, trying to squeeze into any place they could find.

Who cared about danger? They scrambled into the rooms.

The blood-stained glass on the ground eerily pieced itself together into a scarlet human figure, and Zhang Fang's face appeared on the glass figure.

Blood droplets trickling down Zhang Fang's face added a touch of ferocity to his distorted features, "Everyone, stop. Each of you has shards of glass embedded in your bodies. I can move freely on any piece of glass."

"Now, you are just a bunch of pigs to me, pigs that I can catch and kill at will."

As Zhang Fang spoke, he pointed to one of them, "Weren't you the one cursing me just now?"

"No...I..." Before the man could finish, his eyes widened in horror, and blood streamed from his seven orifices.

A few seconds later, a piece of bloody glass pierced his throat and flew towards Zhang Fang.

"Foul stench! Stay away from me!" Zhang Fang waved his hand, and the glass flew back the way it came, piercing the man's brow and shattering his soul that was about to leave his body.

The heroes of the arcane arts watched the corpse fall, their faces as pale as paper. Just as Zhang Fang had said, each of them carried a piece of glass large enough to contain Zhang Fang's image.

Their lives were in Zhang Fang's hands.

This was the terrifying aspect of Mr. Bai.

In a head-on confrontation, Mr. Bai was no match for the swordsman, but once they gained the upper hand and concealed their movements, the frail Mr. Bai would become a bloodthirsty demon in the night.

Zhang Fang sneered, "I'll say it again, whoever stabs Li Po, I will let them leave. I will keep my word!"

The heroes of the arcane arts, who had been plunged into despair, turned their heads and looked at the room where I was.

I knew I couldn't hide any longer, so I simply gripped my twin blades and walked towards the door.

Before I could reach the door, Feng Ruohang stopped me, "Don't go out! Shang Xingyan might have already betrayed us."

My heart sank slightly: Zhang Fang was forcing me to kill by making the people of the arcane arts kill me.

If Shang Xingyan had already betrayed us and joined Zhang Fang, it would be easy for me to strike with my blade, but difficult to clean up the mess.

I quietly activated my incantation, and sure enough, I had lost contact with the blood serpent.

Zhang Fang probably couldn't break my incantation, but by putting Shang Xingyan in the mirror, he had essentially placed him in the gap between the Yin and Yang realms.

I couldn't touch that space, so naturally I couldn't do anything to him.

Feng Ruohang asked, "How long will it take you to reactivate the incantation?"

"An incense stick's time!" I added, "If I can control Shang Xingyan within that time, then good. If I can't, you all follow me!"

After I finished speaking, I sat cross-legged on the ground and pointed the tip of Ziye (midnight) at my brow. A crimson blood bead immediately rolled down my brow towards the tip of my nose.

Before the blood bead could fall, I used two fingers to dab the blood and smeared it horizontally across my eyelids. The blood light in my eyes surged strangely, and the skin on my right hand began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Using incantations requires sacrifice!

I no longer had lifespan to offer as a sacrifice, so I could only sacrifice my own flesh and blood to the ghosts and gods.

From the moment I activated the Soul-Devouring Curse, I knew that I wouldn't live for more than three days. I didn't have that much lifespan to sacrifice to the ghosts and gods.

At that time, my thoughts coincided with Ye Yang's.

To survive, one must be willing to die!

Three days was our last hope!

But that wouldn't work now!

No one would give me any more time or any more chances to turn the tables!

The moment my palm withered, Old Liu exclaimed, "Li Po, what are you doing? Stop! You can't sacrifice your flesh and blood. Even if you win, you'll be reduced to dust."

I raised my eyes to look at Old Liu, "The friendship between you and me is now over. And you, Yun Shang!"