Still a bit lacking.
Jiang Shu took a deep breath, suppressing the increasingly intense fighting spirit in his heart.
He did not fear death, but there was no need to leave his life in this place.
Time to go.
Perhaps noticing Jiang Shu's intent to retreat, the clone merely glanced at him, then nonchalantly sat cross-legged in the void, restoring its state.
This was both a provocation and a trap.
But how could Jiang Shu be swayed by such a simple scheme? Without any hesitation, he turned and left the Eternal Tower.
...
Back at the Eternal Tower.
Free from battle, Jiang Shu's trembling became more pronounced, until he couldn't hold on, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood that stained his nearly shredded white robe, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.
The battle with the clone carried tremendous risk, with about eighty percent of his bones broken, bound by Jiang Shu with Great Dao Lock Chains, barely maintaining some combat power.
