"My mother... Li Subai..." Upon hearing these words, Lin Bai's crazed and indifferent face showed a trace of pain, as if some sense had been restored to him.
Lin Bai looked up, seeing Li Zhengyi's face pale, blood flowing from his abdomen, and the Demonic Sword still embedded in Li Zhengyi's abdomen.
Then, Lin Bai looked around; besides Li Zhengyi and Mo Wenshen, and that mysterious Man in Purple Robe, all other warriors lay on the ground, a scene of corpses and rivers of blood.
Among them were more than twenty warriors from the Li Family, who were originally innocent.
Li Zhengyi whispered to Lin Bai: "Go, leave Kunxu!"
Lin Bai furrowed his brow tightly, feeling as though a shackle was binding him deep in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Bai's eyes suddenly became dazed, and in front of him, the world gradually blurred, everything around started to dim.
A ethereal voice echoed in Lin Bai's ear.
