Chapter 1185: A Brush with Death

Boreas Sharp slowly pushed himself to his feet, his face utterly expressionless. He knew that, barring a miracle, he would be the first to die here. With a soft sigh, Boreas Sharp felt a faint pang of regret. He regretted that he had been unable to bring the Yin-Yang Grass back with him. As for regret over his decision, he had none. If given the chance to do it all over again, he would still break into the royal city and rescue the disciples of the Three Great Factions. He could never stand by...