But this was only a drop in the ocean of the blood resentment on his body.
Visible to the naked eye, his eyes were instantly stained crimson, his skin and long hair turning blood-red in an instant. Blood mist surged around his entire body. If his strength had not been sufficient and his physical constitution not so formidable, he would likely have turned into a lump of rotten flesh at once.
"Go."
Li Tianming hurriedly instructed Xianxian. Xianxian swiftly returned to the Companion Space, while he turned back, gathered the girl still shrouded in clouds and mist into his arms, and fled from Wumeng Immortal Lord with all his strength.
Even now, the torn socket of his left eye still throbbed with piercing pain. This time, Li Tianming had personally felt just how insignificant his life was. If not for Jiang Feiling, this eye would definitely have been gone.
Of course, Qingpo had also rendered great service by staying on him.
Without its desperate resistance, that eye would have vanished in the blink of an eye.
Only then did Li Tianming understand why Wumeng Immortal Lord had been certain he would not destroy his own eye. Qingpo itself possessed a certain spiritual will, and with Li Tianming's character, he would never kill it.
As they fled, Wumeng Immortal Lord did not pursue them.
He remained where he was, bent over and trembling violently, letting out heart-rending screams. Boundless red mist poured from his body, and he had forcibly created a bloody domain all by himself.
"Don't go!"
He let out a hoarse roar, his voice incomparably miserable. Anyone with sharp enough eyes could see his flesh rotting and rebuilding itself. This showed that his fleshly body possessed formidable recovery abilities too, yet it still seemed unable to withstand the contamination