One careless move, and the whole board was lost.
Venerable Qingyan had been unable to swallow the anger in his chest for a moment, and in return had nearly brought about his own fall.
It was true that what Fairy Bingpo had brought to this interface was an Avatar, yet its strength was still not something a mere early Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator could compare to.
The Avatar's magic power was already somewhat superior to that of an early-stage cultivator.
The cultivation methods she practiced were even astonishingly powerful.
The few treasures she carried on her person each had extraordinary uses as well.
No wonder, then, that after a great battle, Venerable Qingyan had suffered a crushing defeat.
Fortunately, he was, after all, a Tribulation Transcendence-level cultivator. With strength at this level, how could he possibly not have cultivated some life-saving secret arts, more or less?
Seeing the situation turn critical, he naturally was not willing to sit and wait for death.
He exhausted every trick in his arsenal and finally escaped from the hands of Fairy Bingpo's Avatar.
However, the price he paid was no small matter; to say he was gravely injured would not be an exaggeration.
Fortunately, though Fairy Bingpo was a ruthless True Devil Progenitor, this time she had spared him when she could, and had not thought of cutting the weeds and digging out the roots.
Venerable Qingyan let out a great sigh of relief and finally gained a moment to catch his breath.
But he did not dare grow careless.
Leaving aside the possibility that Fairy Bingpo might change her mind.
Once news of his severe injuries spread, the enemies he had offended in the past would not let him off.
They would certainly throw stones at him while he was down in the