Yet the more Wu Nengsheng ran, the more alarmed he became.
As time continued to pass, Wu Nengsheng's heart grew colder and colder.
He realized that the World Honored's words were probably true, and he feared that support was not coming.
Knowing clearly that no backup would arrive, running further held no meaning.
"Do we really have to fight until the end?" Wu Nengsheng stopped in his tracks and looked at the World Honored.
The World Honored slowly said, "Fight until the end? You are not worthy!"
Given the World Honored's attitude, Wu Nengsheng saw no need to say anything further.
Wu Nengsheng stood still, and a strange light began to emanate from his body.
This eerie light flickered like candlelight swaying in the wind.
Then, behind Wu Nengsheng, a mass of dark shadows began to coalesce, and moments later, a withered, thin old monk emerged, resembling a bamboo pole.
Wu Nengsheng was very plump, with a greasy face, but the figure behind him was completely opposite.
