"Die! All of you, die!"
Amidst the maniacal laughter of the Du Bu Daoist, the azure crystal hail became even more intense.
Zhang Yao struggled to fend off the attacks, the cracks on his armor growing increasingly numerous, even the golden halberd he wielded was becoming bent, and his arms were going numb.
Lord Haihe let out a wretched laugh, his voice hoarse as he said:
"I never thought I would die in my own abode, at the hands of such a person."
"Qingxu, this time I dragged you down with me, you were supposed to have a boundless future."
There was guilt in Lord Haihe's eyes, and his tone held a deeper pain:
"And Baihe, he, he..."
Zhang Yao gave no response, staring fixedly at the Du Bu Daoist, his expression dark as water.
