Ji Dong propped himself up with his right hand on the ground, cradling Tianji in his other arm as he flipped to his feet, his eyes now a sheer blood red. He almost roared the three words that were in his heart, "Why?"
Even though the Dark Heavenly Stem Saints and the Dark Tianji had already arrived, the first thing Ji Dong did was still this question, which showed how much agony he was in at that moment.
Because the person who had ambushed Tianji was someone he was all too familiar with. The numbness that still affected his body, the attack that had injured him, had come from one of the people he trusted the most.
The blue-purple figure had already zipped out like a bolt of lightning, landing a hundred meters away, joining the eleven figures that had appeared out of nowhere. It was not just Ji Dong who couldn't believe it; Chen Sixuan, and every Saint of Heavenly Stem, reflected an identical, incredulous look in their eyes upon witnessing this scene.
