However, Lin Xun did not retreat.0

His black eyes were fixed on Baqi in the distance. In them was a determination of utter insanity.0

“Yezi, get back in the case,” said Lin Xun softly.0

Yezi, however, shook his head and refused, showing the same extreme determination.0

For a sword spirit…there was no such thing as retreat.0

It wasn’t like death was something to be feared!0

Lin Xun was stunned, and then he laughed out loud, “Well, forget it then. Today, us brothers shall fight this old beast to the death!”0

Brothers?0

Even in this perilous situation, the form of address held such an indescribable power that Yezi couldn't help but smile.0

It was a big smile.0

He was really happy. It turned out that Lin Xun regarded him as a brother!0

Meanwhile, Baqi also laughed, seeing that Lin Xun and Yezi were at the end of their rope. His expression was disdainful, frosty, and murderous.0

The heavy flesh wound he had suffered earlier had already been repaired as his blood and qi tumbled around him, but the internal injuries were unable to recover in such a short time.0

However, that no longer mattered.0

Even if he had been dying, he...0