Half an hour later, Shui Wuhen, who came late to the eighth level, bumped into someone he never expected. Bai Yue was seated on the ground with his hair scattered in a mess. When Shui Wuhen got closer to Bai Yue, he saw the terrifying gash on Bai Yue’s chest.

But that wasn’t the fatal wound. The fatal one was the stab wound in his chest. It was just half an inch away from Bai Yue’s heart.

“Who did this?” asked Shui Wuhen.

Bai Yue opened his eyes and looked at Shui Wuhen. He wasn’t surprised by Shui Wuhen’s appearance because he guessed that there would be someone else on this level. But he was too focused on Lin Yun earlier and exhausted too much energy. So he never imagined that he would encounter Shui Wuhen while he was in this pathetic state.

“Lin Yun,” responded Bai Yue.

“So it really was him.” Shui Wuhen already had a guess when he saw Bai Yue’s wounds. After all, no one else used a sword aside from Lin Yun. Although there was Mu Xiuhan, the latter...