"You dare to interfere in the struggle between Golden Cores, not afraid of death?!" an incensed black-clad Golden Core roared.
The blue-garbed cultivator opposite him, however, was clenching his teeth in determination, saying, "Thank you, young friend, but you should hurry and leave."
Throughout the fight, the black-garbed man maintained the upper hand, and the blue-garbed cultivator, who was already quite powerful, managed to injure several of the black-garbed enemies in succession with his wounded body, stopping them from advancing any further.
But being outnumbered, the blue-garbed cultivator slowly fell into disadvantage and was now in danger of perishing.
At this point, he also felt some regret. Had he known the Central Region was fraught with unpredictable dangers, he would have brought more fellow disciples to ensure his safety and would not have ended up in such a plight.
