He watched the blood-red arrow hurtle toward him.
It grew closer and closer, carrying a terrifying aura of death, on the verge of piercing right through his body.
A look of resolve flashed in Hong Yu's eyes. 'It's all up to you whether I can survive this.'
At this thought, Hong Yu took a deep breath. With a flash in his eyes, a burly, silver figure suddenly appeared before him.
Xingtian, at the Third-Tribulation Execution Corpse Realm, had long been waiting inside the Profound Celestial Tower.
Connected to Hong Yu by blood and soul, he had long sensed his master's grievous injuries, and his rage burned so fiercely it was nearly uncontrollable.
Now, at Hong Yu's summons, he had finally burst forth from the Profound Celestial Tower.
