Bang, Yang Fan used his last bit of strength to put away the Xuantian Sword and Soul-devourer, and then collapsed backward. Du Tong, who had been watching the battle nearby, rushed over just in time to catch Yang Fan in his arms.
"Yang Fan, how are you? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Yang Fan weakly replied.
"The last branch of the Bodhi Tree is gone, how do we find the Bodhi Tree..." Hu Boqiu sighed, looking at Tang Que who was clueless about what had just happened, and said.
"I... I know where to go..." Yang Fan raised his hand, but before he could finish speaking, he fainted.
Hu Boqiu glanced at Yang Fan, then at the spot where the corpse demon had just died on the ground. He shook his head helplessly and said:
"We have to leave here quickly, the howl of this old thing surely will attract many corpse demons!"
