Li Xiaoyao looked at Zhuo Yi's pale face, now breathless, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.
He considered himself strong, and even when facing Yang Tianren, whose cultivation level was stronger than his own, he could remain calm and fearless.
But he had overlooked one thing.
Although he was powerful, the people around him were ordinary; if an enemy wanted to harm his family and friends, Li Xiaoyao was almost powerless to resist.
Li Xiaoyao took a deep breath, picked up Zhuo Yi, bent down to kiss her forehead, and said softly, "I will definitely resurrect you, wait for me."
Zhuo Yi was placed by Li Xiaoyao into the System Space, where he stacked Spirit Stones to make a bed for Zhuo Yi to lie on.
The rich spiritual energy nourished Zhuo Yi's body, ensuring that her flesh would not decay.
After doing all this, Li Xiaoyao released the sniper's soul and looked at him with an indifferent gaze.
