Every time.
He would retreat.
Every time.
The injuries within his body would slightly worsen.
But every time,
He held on!
This was enough!
"Clang clang clang!"
The sounds of weapon clashes kept coming, as if there were a large forge by the banks of the agate river.
Several hundred steps away,
Cao Zhi struggled to wake from unconsciousness, blood all over his face from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His breastplate had long been tattered, revealing the golden soft armor underneath. Combined with his defensive magic, he barely managed to preserve his life under the Martial Saint's strike.
His decision to follow Hongze Camp, rather than Xuanwu Camp, was a gamble.
Cao Zhi was betting.
That Chen Sansi could win.
If he could,
it would be his military achievement too.
After sharing life and death, it could also bring him closer to the White Robe.
That was why,
Cao Zhi risked his life to help out, although it was to no avail.
But come to think of it,
