Chapter 135 Taiching and the Rising Wind in the Present World (8,000 characters, please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket)

He watched helplessly as the metallic storm pierced through both his and Jing Shiyu's bodies.

Feeling Jing Shiyu's body slowly falling in his arms.

Sensing his own flesh gradually losing all strength, sounds fading from his ears, colors disappearing from his sight.

When his consciousness completely plummeted into boundless darkness.

The recent scene still lingered long in his mind, making it unforgettable.

An unprecedented palpitation emerged in Lin Xing's mind.

In the countless experiences of death he had, for the first time, someone had willingly faced death with him.

When he regained his senses, the sky was ablaze, rising mist from the water spread continuously across the battlefield, and Li Zhao, along with two other members of the Evil-cutting Sect, were relentlessly attacking him.

Further away, Mu Tianjiao and a woman in white were still rapidly exchanging blows in the dark. With the burst of sword light, walls and houses were sliced apart, stirring up clouds of dust.