The sword's force rolled up the condensed snow, and the snow waves stirred up high by the sword energy were like a huge mouth. In a moment, the pursuers and the two men were separated by this artificially raised snow wall.
The pursuers outside the snow wall were forced to face the sharp sword energy that seemed to penetrate every pore, while Xie Chuncan inside the snow wall could only see blood.
Luo Jiujiang had been pierced with several transparent holes before, and the muscle on his calf was twisted and turned outward particularly severely. As he walked along, his left foot almost left a scarlet footprint.
But even so, the scene of being wounded and covered in blood was far less horrifying than what was happening now - blood was oozing from every pore on Luo Jiujiang's body, and in just a blink of an eye for Xie Chuncan, Luo Jiujiang had become a bloody man.
Luo Jiujiang might never again experience the feeling of a desperate struggle, a desperate struggle. He might also struggle to replicate the power of this strike. This strike was far beyond Luo Jiujiang's capabilities, requiring a significant amount of spiritual energy.
As Luo Jiujiang launched this strike, he forcibly drained all of his spiritual energy, a move no less forceful than draining a flood from his brook-like meridians. It was precisely because of this that he was so severely injured.
Before Xie Chuncan could rush forward, Luo Jiujiang turned his head. A trickle of blood trickled from his eyes and ears, making his face appear particularly pale. But his eyes were incredibly sharp, like the last flicker of a flame before it dies, or the final, lucid moment of a dying person.
Luo Jiujiang barely opened his lips, barely uttering a single word, when blood gushed out, a dazzling crimson staining his chin. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood, his eyes anxiously signaling to Xie Chuncan, "Go!"
In the sea of red that burned one's eyes, his expression was almost sharp and eerie.
This was an opportunity Luo Jiujiang had risked his life to win. If Xie Chuncan had any intelligence, he would have turned around and run. However, his feet seemed to be rooted in the snow, unable to move at all.
"There is no Luo Jiujiang who sits and waits to die in the world, but is there a Xie Chuncan who betrays his friends?" Xie Chuncan smiled and looked up, and in the blink of an eye he flashed to Luo Jiujiang's side.
He had been perched high up in the tree, uninjured, his grey clothes spotless. The moment he pulled Luo Jiujiang's shoulders, Xie Chuncan's sleeves were soaked by the fine blood mist surrounding Luo Jiujiang. Then Xie Chuncan's arm felt heavy, and Luo Jiujiang fell headfirst onto him.
Xie Chuncan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He lowered his head and his arms, which had always been very steady, began to tremble involuntarily.
The resolute and cold sword energy that was guarding the two of them with loyalty was still raging, but Luo Jiujiang's face was already pale and it looked like his life was about to end.
On the other side of the snow wall, Lu Qi's voice was muffled by the wind, and only fragments of his words could be heard. Hearing words like "black clothes," "chopped up," and "meat sauce," Xie Chuncan's expression darkened. He still held the nearly unconscious Luo Jiujiang in his left arm, but his right hand had already grasped the bow on his back.
Lu Qi had been at the center of this whole thing from beginning to end. Now that Luo Jiujiang's life or death was unknown, Xie Chuncan was filled with grief and anger. Even if Lu Qi hadn't said this and had just bumped into him, he would have taken his head to atone for his friend's death.
Luo Jiujiang's blood-soaked body was still warm, but Xie Chuncan didn't dare to check his breath, and even less to set him down on the snow to free his left hand. Just as Xie Chuncan was about to grit his teeth and clench his body, the environmental changes he had been ignoring in his shock and anger were already imminent.
Suddenly, the two of them felt empty.
Just as they entered the dim corridor, there were a few rhythmic sounds of mechanical friction, and then the mechanism closed, and everything returned to normal. A moment later, the aura that had blocked Lu Qi and his group slowly dissipated, and all that remained before them was a vast expanse of white on the snowy plain.
At some point, Luo Jiujiang and Xie Chuncan disappeared without a trace.
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It was a dimly lit square room with stone walls on all sides. Xie Chuncan had just given it a cursory test. The metal plate of the ceiling mechanism was very thick, and he couldn't easily break it from below. He wondered if Lu Qi and the others above could uncover it. Even if they could uncover the mechanism and find them, it would take at least a moment.
At least now, Xie Chuncan is more worried about Luo Jiujiang than the people chasing him on the snow.
After just a quick check of the surroundings, Xie Chuncan returned to Luo Jiujiang. When he checked Luo Jiujiang's breath, the worry on his face deepened. He took out the few remaining medicines in the storage bag, gathered them into a handful without hesitation, and stuffed almost all of them into Luo Jiujiang's mouth.
After being pinched hard on his Ren Zhong several times by Xie Chuncan, Luo Jiujiang slowly regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were blank, and there was a trance-like silence that Xie Chuncan had never seen before: "...Brother Xie?"
As soon as he opened his lips, blood began to flow out from the corners of his mouth intermittently.
Xie Chuncan felt a sense of foreboding in his heart. He grabbed Luo Jiujiang's wrist and just as the spiritual energy was being injected into him, it was blocked by the other party's meridians which were already as tattered as cotton wool.
The knife strike just now was amazing, but the price paid behind it was too heavy to bear.
"We're safe now. Let me heal you. Don't talk," Xie Chuncan gritted his teeth. The moment he pressed Luo Jiujiang's wrist pulse, he realized his initial efforts were nearly ineffective. The remaining medicine he had was from the market he'd bought three years ago. The market had been closed for three years, so he didn't have much left. The pills he'd fed Luo Jiujiang were all for refreshing and concentrating energy, healing, and restoring health. None of them would address Luo Jiujiang's shattered meridians.
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