Blood was patchy, and like a dead dog, only faint unyielding roars remained.
"You... in the end..."
The arrival removed the mask,
showing a face he had never seen before.
In Zuo Bu Shenhu's widened eyes, he reached out...
"Wuzi, take him down."
...
...
"Leader!"
"Leader!"
Two figures burst out from among the mountains, and upon seeing Zuo Bu Shenhu convulsing on the ground, their expressions changed dramatically as they both dashed towards Pei Jinye's back.
Pei Jinye didn't even turn his head.
He just waved his hand.
Two Sword Intents shot out directly.
"Pfft—"
Heads fell to the ground.
Pei Jinye still didn't turn back, tossing a mask onto the ground.
"Time to go."
Zuo Bu Shenhu, on the ground, staggered to his feet, mask in hand, and slowly pressed it to his face.
His movements forward were still a bit stiff, as if he had just taken control of this body and was continuously getting used to it.
Another figure burst out from the jungle.