At the first moment of Tao Yunzhi's death, Chenhe got the news, and because of the Death Curse, they had to keep retreating in the opposite direction.
Tao Yunzhi's strength was very strong, stronger than it seemed. He could control the Samadhi True Fire, and in the Maoshan Sect, only the ancestors could surpass him.
On the battlefield, he always held back, probably because a compassionate side remained in his humanity, like a not-so-bright flame burning fiercely in the darkness, continuing on and on.
Talks about ceasefire had begun earlier, but it was never that simple, with mutual suspicions, and if an opportunity arose, both sides would surely choose to eliminate the other.
After witnessing that young Daoist's power, Su Changxing felt puzzled, wondering how Seventeen managed to hold on for so long, even fighting evenly before.
"Does anyone in Seventeenth Middle School match that Daoist's power?" Su Changxing asked Tan Xiuning.
