Ah!
Suddenly, a scream came from the side.
Zhao Shuo caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the eldest, Zhao Wenxi, had already fallen to the ground, a big hole in his chest, clearly not going to survive.
Zhao Shuo had no time to grieve.
At this moment, he only felt the sword in his hand getting heavier, and his robust Innate True Qi was being consumed at an alarming rate.
But he could neither call for help nor dare to run away, as the condition of his clan's cultivators was hardly any better than his.
If he cowardly fled, he would certainly die in the end.
If not by the hands of the White Ape, then by those of his own clan members.
Since either way was death, why not die for the clan.
"Hang in there!" Zhao Shuo encouraged himself internally, and with a hardened heart, he swallowed the Bursting Qi Pill hidden under his tongue.
