Fu'er felt that, in his lifetime, he had seen quite a bit of the world, but tonight's events still exceeded their imagination.
The formation was mediocre, but it was sufficiently malicious and the scene was exceedingly cruel.
Fu'er couldn't help but mutter a few verses of the Rebirth Mantra under his breath.
Jiangli held a Hemostasis Talisman, wrapping it around his palm, and looked up to see Xia Xin vomiting, speaking faintly, "When are you going to finish throwing up?"
Xia Xin: "…"
He had been vomiting for a good while, almost bringing up his bile.
After a little while, he managed to say, panting, "Great, great ancestor…"
"Pick up Lin Yurong's head and notify Xun Tianhai and the others to come collect the bodies," Jiangli instructed.
Xia Xin, with a deathly pale face, nodded without hesitation, stumbled over with fear in his eyes but no intention of retreating.