Whoosh!

Su Yi was still in mid-air when he stabilized himself. However, his blood and energy were still churning within him, and he was in so much pain that he felt the urge to cough up blood.

That attack had been terrifying to the extreme!

“A flying weaver's shuttle?” Su Yi could tell at a glance that what had attacked him was a four-inch weaving shuttle. It was blood-red, pointed on both ends, and thin as a bamboo chopstick.

It hovered and whirled in the air, brimming with spirituality. 

Someone had ambushed them!

Su Yi’s companions were stunned, and they only just now reacted. Their expressions all changed.

In his shoes, they feared they couldn’t possibly have defended themselves. The shuttle was just too fast!

“All of you should head back along our original path.” Su Yi took a deep breath, and light flashed in the depths of his gaze. His qi circulated as he prepared to face a mighty foe.

This was the first time his companions had ever seen him look so serious.

When he fought Shanglin Temple’s Sutra Crane earlier, he seemed carefree and at ease; he was nowhere near as solemn as he was now.

“Let’s go.” They dared not hesitate, so they immediately turned and left.

Kcch!

The instant they turned to leave, the nearby...