591: The Lord of Zhang humiliated me to death, and that has been the case since ancient times

Suddenly, a harsh, strange laugh, like a child crying, abruptly rang out.

As the pervasive dust and smoke gradually dispersed under the gale, the tragic state of the battlefield was clearly presented before everyone's eyes.

But they saw that Galan's blades and swords were all shattered. Those originally incomparably sharp, cold-light-flashing blades were now broken into pieces, scattered at her feet, like a heap of discarded scrap metal.

She herself was even paler than paper, without a trace of color, and her lips were cracked and peeling, trembling slightly.

Not only was her full body light armor covered in cracks, but she herself was like a delicate yet fragile porcelain doll, covered in cracks.

Every time she moved, the cracks on her body would emit a faint "crackling" sound, as if she would shatter completely the next second.

And Night Huang, not far from her, was also extremely disheveled.

A small half of her body had been severed, and blood poured from the severed limb.

The dark red blood flowed gurglingly onto the dry ground, instantly staining the ground a shocking red.

One could even clearly see the beating heart inside. The heart was beating violently in the air, each beat as if making a final struggle.

However, surprisingly, she was still stubbornly alive and did not die immediately. Her remaining half body trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a glimmer of unyielding light.

Even though her body had suffered such severe damage, her body was still beginning to recover at an extremely slow rate.

At her wound, granulation tissue was growing little by little, and the broken tendons and bones were slowly healing. Although this process was incredibly difficult, she had never given up.

The surrounding air was filled with a strange scent of faint blood and subtle vitality intertwined, as if life was engaged in a thrilling contest with death.

"Cough, cough..."

A violent coughing sound came from Galan's throat. Her face had become somewhat unnatural due to the pain, and a streak of dark red blood still hung at the corner of her mouth.

Although her body had suffered severe damage, the strong will to fight in her heart was still burning fiercely.

She still wanted to grit her teeth and stand up, planning to completely eliminate Night Huang, this hidden danger.

However, the ideal was full, but reality was cruel.

As soon as she tried to move, her legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead. Her body simply couldn't support her tottering frame, and she was about to collapse.

Just at this critical moment, a dark golden light suddenly shot out from between Galan's eyebrows.

The light was like a brilliant meteor, drawing a magnificent trajectory in the dim space.

Amidst the flashing light, it vaguely transformed into a humanoid phantom.

This phantom had a tall and straight figure, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, like a god descending.

With a flash of its figure, it instantly arrived beside Galan and steadily caught her.

Immediately after, a surge of majestic energy poured out from the phantom's palm, like a babbling stream flowing into dry land, entering Galan's body.

Wherever this energy reached, Galan's body, which was about to shatter, was temporarily stabilized, and her originally chaotic aura gradually calmed down a bit.

"Stinky praying mantis, you look like this too?"

Just then, Galan, who had just received an energy supplement, slowly turned her head and looked at the flickering phantom with piercing eyes.

The phantom seemed to have permeated from another dimension, emitting a strange and powerful fluctuation.

Galan slightly furrowed her brows, and a hint of vigilance and doubt flashed in her eyes.

Although this fluctuation was not strong, it faintly carried a feeling that was both familiar and strange to her.

"When did you..."

Galan carefully examined the phantom and quickly saw that the aura of this figure was Luo Xiu's.

What surprised her was that she hadn't noticed anything before.

Under her self-proclaimed keen perception ability, this ability Clone appeared silently like a ghost.

She thought to herself, when did Luo Xiu's methods become so profound and unpredictable?

Her perception was as if obscured by an invisible veil.

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Xiu directly and domineeringly interrupted her.

"Alright, this is just what King left behind when King treated your injuries in Bangzi Country back then."

"King originally thought that if King had a chance to find you, King would repay the favor from back then. After all, King doesn't like owing favors."

As he spoke, Luo Xiu's arm, which seemed substantial, gently extended and helped Galan up again.

The action seemed to carry an irresistible force, yet also a hint of gentleness.

"Stand firm and watch closely how King repays this guy. After this, we'll be even."

However, just then, a figure flashed over like lightning.

Luo Xiu suddenly turned his head, his eyes instantly filled with respect. He knelt on one knee, leaned slightly forward, clasped his fists, and saluted.

"Luo Xiu, greetings, Master!"

And Li Wuji's figure gradually became clear amidst the intersecting light and shadows. He didn't seem surprised by Luo Xiu's arrival, but rather looked at Night Huang in the distance with interest.

"You're coming?"

Luo Xiu nodded seriously upon hearing this. "Thank you, Master!"

Immediately, Luo Xiu turned around and walked towards Night Huang step by step. Seeing this scene, Li Wuji didn't speak but looked at Galan.

At this moment, Galan's condition was extremely bad. Her aura had dropped from being comparable to the half-Emperor Realm to now only being able to barely maintain the Martial General Realm.

And it was still slowly weakening. It was unknown if she would lose her cultivation in the end.

"Why didn't you leave? With your strength, you could have completely left and come back later. It wouldn't have been impossible!"

Galan, however, shook her head, her gaze calm and firm. "This subordinate has also understood many principles during her travels so far, such as a minister's death for his ruler's humiliation, which has been the case since ancient times.

Master has given this subordinate life and everything she has now, so this subordinate should naturally dedicate everything to Master.

It's just that this subordinate now has no strength to fight again and cannot help Master rescue Sea King. This subordinate asks Master for forgiveness!"

Galan's voice became weaker and weaker, and her Realm also retreated to the Martial Master Realm at this moment, and the speed of her decline suddenly accelerated.

Li Wuji was silent for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly grinned. "Galan, it's better if you complete my task yourself. Don't disappoint me!"