The Black Armored Person embedded in the rotten wood stretched out both hands.
Her arms twisted to impossible angles as she braced them against the tree and shoved. Unable to break free, she simply gave a violent shake! The entire rotten trunk instantly shattered and scattered! The Black Armored Person rose, rolled her neck, rubbed her slender waist that could be encircled in one hand, then stood at a distance from the blood-coughing old wizard and sensed his physical condition.
She had thought that even after the impact, they would have to fight to the death. Who would have guessed that this old man had barely a few years left to live? He had long since run dry, his lamp out of oil, and would not survive another two years. His strength was already declining.
His body had aged and decayed, no longer capable of sustaining vigorous Qi and Blood. It would be difficult for him to defeat a certain invincible white wyrm of the Nascent Soul Realm.
She approached the down-and-out old wizard for a closer look, but did not dare get too near. She feared that this old hand of the Jianghu had some desperate counterattack hidden up his sleeve—poison needles, venomous insects, curses, or the like. No matter when or where, one had to beware old foxes.
She reached out and summoned her heavy saber.
At the bottom of the earthen pit where the log cabin had stood, the heavy saber showed only its hilt. It shook a few times but could not break free.
"Hmm?"
What the hell? It would not come back? Had it sunk in too deeply?
She once again urged the heavy saber with all her strength, her hand making a pulling motion in the air. With a boom, a black heavy saber