Those Before Me Misled Me

The True Demon's life force rapidly drained away, the light vanished from its eyes, and its massive body shrank like a dried sweet potato. Before long, it had dwindled to its normal height of around ten feet.

Ji An turned a deaf ear to the incoming attack and swiftly stowed the spoils away in the Void Stone.

What was the point of fighting a great battle if there were no gains to be had?

Morag's attack had already arrived. There was a trace of fear in his eyes. He knew Mo Tielin's capabilities well; losing such a qualified assistant's main body was a tremendous loss to him.

He was capable of killing Mo Tielin, but he could never have done so so cleanly and decisively. It would have taken considerable time.

How could a mere human cultivator at Nascent Soul Layer 2 possess such terrifying attack power?

He could not believe it, yet he had no choice but to believe.

The White Bone Battle Axe flashed with a chilling silver radiance. This time, he spared no expense in consuming his origin to activate a secret art. This strike was the peak of his power.

The enemy's strength made him feel that events were developing in an uncontrollable direction. He could not allow this threat to continue existing.

He still remembered their first clash. Back then, the enemy had only been at Nascent Soul Layer One. Now he had broken through to Nascent Soul Layer 2. If the other party reached Nascent Soul Layer Three, would he not have to retreat at the very sight of him?

The battle axe flashed with the force of ten thousand jun, suddenly accelerating by another measure before crashing heavily onto its target's defensive domain.

The attack he had pinned such high hopes on did