Li Fan dragged his steps, a kun fish perched on his head, and his only remaining left hand holding the head of the white-faced Daoist, which he had scarcely managed to sever with the Qiankun Flying Dragon Sword. He passed the chunks of the suanni's corpse, shattered by the sword light of the ink sword, leaving a trail of dripping blood as he walked out of the tomb passageway.
Half of his right face had been blown away by the fiery sword of the Red Veined Boy, so he had to turn his head to use his left eye to check the situation at the entrance of the cave.
Chen Daotong lay on the ground, his head fallen to one side, eyes closed in an unusually serene manner, as if merely asleep. It seemed he really hadn't suffered much; his life was gone with the closing of his eyes.
