Song Ankang had used the Seven Injuries Fist too many times, and he was beginning to find it hard to bear.
Even though his spiritual will far surpassed that of ordinary people, he could barely hold on at this moment.
As he suddenly fell, Song Ankang's heart sank. This time, I'm probably finished.
"Whoosh..."
But to Song Ankang's surprise, when he suddenly fell and exposed such a huge opening, Lady Red Umbrella not only did not seize the chance to strike a killing blow, she even retreated a little.
"Such a clumsy trap—do you think This Palace would fall for it? Do you take This Palace for those witless Ninth-Rank Low-Tier and Ninth-Rank Mid-Tier Ghost Spirits?"
Lady Red Umbrella spat at Song Ankang, her face full of disdain, leaving him somewhat speechless. Then he was secretly delighted and deliberately said, "I never expected a Ghostly Creature like you to possess such high intelligence. It truly beggars belief!"
"Haha... Since you know how formidable This Palace is, obediently accept your death!"
Lady Red Umbrella failed to realize that Song Ankang was speaking sarcastically. She could not help laughing loudly as she once more controlled the Blood Umbrella and charged at him.
"Clang clang clang clang clang clang..."
Faced with one heavy Seven Injuries Fist after another, Song Ankang suffered enormous backlash, but Lady Red Umbrella was no better off. Her Blood Umbrella was already covered in wounds. If this continued, it would not be long before it collapsed on its own.
When that happened, this natal Mortal Artifact that had accompanied Lady Red Umbrella for many years would certainly be completely destroyed. That was an outcome she did not wish to see.
Song Ankang was looking for an opportunity to kill Lady Red Umbrella, while Lady Red Umbrella was likewise seeking