Xiao Chen gripped the Blood Axe and looked at the Soul Hall Master, whose aura had grown weak. Even he was somewhat surprised. It was not that he was impressed by the man's strength; he simply had not expected him to survive.
Still, he did not care too much. If once was not enough, then twice. He refused to believe that on the second attempt, he still would not be able to kill this Soul Clan bastard.
He tightened his grip on the Blood Axe. Blood-red light spread out once more as vast Dou Qi gathered within the axe again.
Seeing this, a rare trace of terror appeared in the Soul Hall Master's eyes. Only he knew what price he had paid to survive just now. That spectral figure was the source of his Soul Power—practically his very soul. Blowing up its arms had been even more serious than self-destructing his physical arms.
Even so, he had still suffered grave injuries. If that happened again, he truly would not be able to endure it.
He hurriedly took out several Jade Bottles and crushed them. The medicinal liquid fell onto his wounds, immediately producing sizzling sounds. White mist billowed out and spread in an instant, enveloping both him and Xiao Chen. Like a cage, it sealed the two of them inside.
His gaze swiftly swept across the area before he roared like a beast, "Old Man Mo, you've watched long enough. Why aren't you coming out?"
Upon hearing this, even Xiao Heng's expression changed. His gaze searched all around, until at last, a somewhat disheveled Half Saint dressed in black emerged.
Earlier, when the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame had unleashed its explosive flames, it had nearly killed more than half of the experts below the Dou Saint level. No one below