Forward,
Forward,
Forward again! Even if he was driven back time and time again, even if his bones broke, even if his ribs pierced his lungs, even if his blurred vision was finally filled with blood... Old Man Lu still refused to give up.
He had even begun to stop feeling pain.
The sensations coming from every limb and bone were numb and swollen.
It felt as though his body no longer belonged to him.
2599 had been completely suppressed beneath the tree roots, and 76-2... had already been beaten into a super minion.
Without Old Man Lu to rally him before battle, and with that giant tree drawing in more and more power, 76-2 was practically slapped to death the moment he left the fountain... He was nearly depressed by it.
Huff...
Old Man Lu let out a long breath as the unwilling, blazing sword aura within him surged.
He was not afraid of death.
But he was afraid that his death would be meaningless.
In a situation like this, what posture should he use to self-destruct and deliver a fatal blow to that tree? Damn it,
why did he have to run into such an unreasonable opponent?
Just as Old Man Lu was fuming, he suddenly heard a light, floating voice. "This is what you called slaughtering three thousand miles with a bloodstained sword?"
Old Man Lu: "???"
Who was that? The voice sounded a little familiar.
As he pondered, he sensed someone approach him and make him drink something.
Damn! It tasted horrible, absolutely disgusting... It reminded Old Man Lu of the potion Li Yao had made him drink back then.
And this time, both the texture and flavor were dozens of times worse than Li Yao's potion.
It nearly knocked him out from the stench!
But