PFFT!
At the moment the vortex was slashed open by the sword, Xie Zhiqiu's body was flung violently backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"How is that possible?"
The light on Xie Zhiqiu's body dimmed, and an unparalleled sense of terror finally crept into his eyes.
"Black-robed, strike quickly! He's at the end of his tether; you can seize this chance to kill him. I'll pass on the final levels of my demonic cultivation to you!" Xie Zhiqiu bellowed.
However, the Black-robed remained indifferent to his shouts. He wasn't a fool; anyone could see Xie Zhiqiu's desperate situation. Attacking Ling Chen now would be a death sentence.
A chilling glint flashed in his eyes. The Black-robed abruptly summoned his True Qi and struck Xie Zhiqiu firmly from behind.
He had turned on Xie Zhiqiu!
"Damn it, you traitor! Die!" Xie Zhiqiu's expression changed drastically, turning instantly ferocious as he hastily slapped backward.
BANG!
