An overwhelming pressure descended, forcing Zhang Daoru to spit out another mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen. Meanwhile, Cheng Lili's entire body flushed crimson as if engorged with blood.
"Junior, leave an arm behind and scram!"
The pressure intensified. Suo Ming and Zhao Lingxuan hastily retreated, while the Fire Simurgh broke through the Beast Trapping Array to shield the three of them.
A mysterious voice echoed from all directions as the pressure grew, yet the trio felt none of it.
"Martial Uncle, save me."
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Daoru ripped off his own left arm. "Senior, if you would leave your name, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect will surely repay you one day!"
"You are not worthy. Scram!"
The voice was like a clap of thunder. Zhang Daoru scrambled and crawled his way out, managing to drag the half-dead Cheng Lili with him as he fled for his life.
The pressure vanished instantly.
