He was well aware.
This unprecedented aroma of blood and energy had thoroughly stimulated the Snake-man Dharma, and he was only a hair's breadth away from "losing control".
If these Iron Cavalry were to charge over again, even with Xie Zhen showing mercy, they would still die under his blade.
While his sole shred of rationality still clung on.
The only thing Meng Kejian could do was to keep these people further away from himself.
For today's battle, he was supposed to go alone.
...
...
"How much longer?"
Xie Xuanyi, swaying, stood up.
The first thing he did was to send out his Divine Thought, inquiring about the Transmission Array Talisman at Little Desolate Mountain, and how much longer it would take to complete.
"..."
After waiting for ten breaths, there was no response.
Just as Xie Xuanyi was about to gather his umbrella sword, preparing to muster another breath.
On the eleventh breath.
The voice of Deng Baiyi timely came through.
