The group of master and disciples across was flying their Flying Sword neither fast nor slow, which made this Confucian scholar both anxious and angry.
"It's no use, my Magnificent Righteous Qi has been exhausted, and I have no Elixir Pills left. Is it possible that I, Song Ziyun, am destined to perish here today? But I still have information that hasn't been taken back; what should I do now?"
The Confucian scholar, thinking about his inability to complete the task given by his teacher, couldn't help but sigh repeatedly.
His True Qi was about to run out, and the Demon Chiefs of the Blood Sea Palace had already encircled him and the arriving group of master and disciples.
"The path to heaven is open for you but you do not take it; there's no door to hell and yet you barge in. Just perfect to refine all of you into Blood Pills!"
