Lin Bingxuan was enveloped by a dark beam emitted by the Saintly Judge Daoist. The darkness scattered over him like flour and then vanished.
Xiao Tian's eyes were bloodshot. Even though the Saintly Judge Daoist had died after this strike, Xiao Tian still flung his corpse like a dart.
There was no time to pursue Saintly Virtue Daoist any further. Xiao Tian quickly ran to Lin Bingxuan's side and held her in his arms as cold sweat continued to bead on her forehead.
As the last bit of darkness merged into Lin Bingxuan's body, Xiao Tian was horrified to feel that the life force of the beauty in his arms was fading at an astonishing speed.
Xiao Tian hurriedly channeled his inner strength into Lin Bingxuan, trying to fight the dissipating life force. But after five minutes, even after channeling half of his strength, there was no sign of improvement.
