"Run, run as far as you can!" the elder drew his sword to intercept, facing the Daoist robe old ghost without taking a single step back.
"Take care, senior!" Yang Xiao said before turning to run.
In this level of battlefield, he had no chance to intervene; a mere group attack could easily annihilate him. To think that (he), a Fierce Level Apostle, had been reduced to this!
Behind him, two forces collided once again. The elder swung a charged sword cut, severing one of the old ghost's arms, yet another ghostly hand rose and struck squarely on the elder's chest. What seemed like a light palm had blasted the elder away.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
