Star Martial Soaring Cloud

He lived in Qixing Mountain for ten years and was extremely familiar with the mountain terrain. Whether it was dense forests, steep cliffs, narrow ravines, or hidden caves, they could all become his advantageous refuge for evading retaliation.

The trees, vines, and rocks in the forest provided him with cover.

After entering the dense forest, Wang Xiao's situation improved slightly.

He used the dense trees and vines to evade attacks. Lin Shisan's fierce swordsmanship was greatly restricted in the dense forest, and many moves could not be fully executed, and their power was greatly reduced.

Moreover, the dense forest obstructed visibility, which also affected Lin Shisan's spiritual sense, making it impossible for him to accurately track Wang Xiao.

Even so, Wang Xiao still couldn't reverse the defeat.

His injuries were too severe; every dodge and every movement consumed a great deal of his physical strength and remaining vitality.

His movements grew increasingly sluggish, and blood seeped from his wounds, dripping onto the ground and pointing in Lin Shisan's direction—he was no longer able to conceal his presence.

Following the trail of blood left by Wang Xiao, Lin Shisan relentlessly chased after him through the dense forest, wielding his Frost Sword and cutting down the trees and vines that blocked his path.

"Let's see how long you can hide!" Lin Shisan roared as he chased after him. "You can't escape my grasp!"

Wang Xiao struggled through the dense forest, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, his strength waning, and he even began to feel dizzy.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. If he couldn't find a chance to fight back or shake off the pursuit, he would eventually be caught up and killed by Lin Shisan.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain and exhaustion, and continued to run and dodge forward with unwavering willpower.

He kept thinking of ways to fight back, searching for Lin Shisan's weaknesses, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Just then, Lin Shisan suddenly appeared behind Wang Xiao.

A glint of wild joy flashed in his eyes. He thrust the Frost Sword in his hand, imbued with world-destroying power, fiercely towards Wang Xiao's back, his tone laced with ruthlessness: "Found it! Your death is near!"

Wang Xiao felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but his movements were too slow.

He could clearly feel the biting cold enveloping his back, and a deadly crisis was imminent.

With his last ounce of strength, he leaped forward, barely managing to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the tip of the Frost Sword still grazed his back, leaving a deep wound from which blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

This blow worsened his already severe injuries. He felt a heart-wrenching pain in his back, and the last bit of energy in his body was almost exhausted. His body could no longer support him, and he flew forward like a kite with a broken string.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds rang out as Wang Xiao's body crashed into several ancient trees, breaking them before finally coming to a stop and falling heavily to the ground.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. All the wounds on his body had reopened, and blood kept flowing out, staining the soil beneath him red.

His limbs became stiff, and he was completely powerless. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand; only his consciousness remained barely clear.

Lin Shisan's aura also became very weak, his face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth—clearly, forcibly maintaining a state of twice the power had taken a great toll on him.

He leaped and landed on the canopy of an ancient tree, looking down at Wang Xiao sprawled on the ground, his tone full of mockery and cruelty: "Look at you now, in this pathetic state, what difference is there between you and a dead dog?"

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, the chaotic energy within him causing him to groan involuntarily, yet his arrogance remained undiminished: "I admit, forcibly bearing twice the power was indeed extremely costly, but it's enough to kill you. Rest in peace!"

Lin Shisan slowly raised the Frost Sword in his hand, the cold air gathered at the tip of the sword becoming increasingly fierce, pointing directly at Wang Xiao's head.

"Boom..."

Just as Lin Shisan was gathering his icy energy, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Xiao, a deafening thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky, and a pale white lightning bolt streaked across the valley, illuminating the entire area.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops poured down, quickly turning into a downpour—after twenty days on the island, the Demon Island finally welcomed its first rain.

After the wind passed, the rain finally came!

In the midst of the raging wind and rain, Lin Shisan's chilling attack vanished instantly.

His martial arts are based on cold energy. He usually transmits his cold energy into the air through his moves to concentrate his offensive power and lock onto his enemies.

But at this moment, a torrential rain fell from the sky, and the endless curtain of water blocked the way. As soon as the cold energy in his body was released, it was diluted and dissolved by the rain. Not only was it difficult to condense into a solid form, but even the circulation of his vital energy became sluggish.

What made him even more anxious was that the dense rain and fog intertwined with the water curtain, greatly interfering with his spiritual senses, making it impossible for him to accurately capture Wang Xiao's aura.

Cold air might be an aid when it encounters stagnant water, but when it encounters this vast expanse of flowing water, it can only retreat step by step.

The rain pattered against the leaves and rocks, and in an instant, the entire forest was shrouded in thick white mist and rain, reducing visibility to less than ten feet.

As Wang Xiao lay on the ground, feeling the cold rain hitting his face, a smug smile appeared on his lips.

With his last ounce of strength, he burst into loud laughter, his voice piercing through the rain: "Haha, those who act justly gain much support, those who act unjustly find little. It seems even Heaven isn't on your side!"

For Wang Xiao, this heavy rain was a timely and life-saving rain.

His Seven Star Rain Steps were born to accompany the rain.

The rain poured down, and the natural atmosphere in the forest became even stronger. Wisps of moisture seeped into his body along with the rain, nourishing his depleted energy and relieving the intense pain in his body.

The body, which was originally sluggish and stiff, began to move unconsciously under the nourishment of the rain, and the figure became elusive in the rain and mist.

For a moment, Wang Xiao's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the fog and rain in the forest. There were subtle sounds from all directions, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, as if countless Wang Xiaos were moving at the same time, making it impossible for Lin Shisan to defend against them and leaving him with no way to attack.

Lin Shisan's anxiety grew stronger, and he thrust out his Frost Sword haphazardly, each strike hitting the rain and tree trunks with a piercing sound, but every strike missed its mark.

"Damn it! Come out! Come out here!" Lin Shisan was completely enraged, his eyes filled with madness and impatience. He used all his strength to circulate the last of his vital energy, and his Frost Sword swept across all directions. A sharp white sword light roared out, forcefully cutting a gap in the thick fog and rain in front of him.

But the gap was quickly filled by rain and mist, leaving the area within several feet empty. Where was Wang Xiao?

Under the cover of the rain and mist, and relying on the Seven Star Rain Steps, Wang Xiao, dragging his battered body, had already gone far away.

He ran wildly toward the cave where Su Qinhe was, each step incredibly difficult. His wounds kept reopening, blood mingling with the rain, dripping down his clothes and leaving a shallow mark on the muddy ground, only to be quickly washed away by the rain.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, with only one thought in his mind—to run and survive.

He ran for an unknown amount of time, and just as his last bit of strength was about to be exhausted and his consciousness was about to fade, the outline of a cave finally appeared in front of him.

Wang Xiao felt a sense of relief, and his tense nerves instantly collapsed. He dragged his broken body and staggered to the cave entrance. He could no longer hold on, his legs gave way, and he fell heavily onto the rocks at the cave entrance, unconscious.

The rubble at the cave entrance tumbled down as his body struck it, splashing up tiny specks of mud. The icy rain continued to pelt him, but he no longer felt any chill. Only intense exhaustion and excruciating pain dragged him completely into the darkness.