He could only achieve anything if he was alive.
From the pathway opened by the Black Shell, figure after figure rushed out.
Wang Jixuan no longer hesitated, shouted "Move as much as possible," lifted his helmet visor, faced the radiation head-on with both hands in sword finger pose, and snorted coldly.
Three bursts of blood mist erupted from Wang Jixuan's forehead!
The three silver needles exploded on impact!
He vomited blood again, mostly dark Qi within the blood.
Wang Jixuan, risking some damage to his cultivation, expelled most of the Demonic Qi from his body and then his sword fingers emitted a sword glow, turning to cut towards himself.
Demon Suppression!
To him, the first priority was to survive, and the second was Ascension.
Retaining the opportunity for Ascension was of utmost importance.
Wang Jixuan's near-suicidal action alarmed those who had just arrived.
"Sir!"
"Holy shit, Brother Wang!"
"Mr. Wang!"
Wang Jixuan rolled his eyes back and fainted.
