Lu Xun's back suddenly turned ice-cold. In a fight, he had actually been poisoned by his opponent.
No matter what kind of poison it was, it was certainly disadvantageous to him. This made every hair on Lu Xun's body stand on end as the enormous crisis of death closed around him.
The incantation within his body circulated at tremendous speed. He suddenly felt the magic power and soul energy within him become violent and difficult to suppress. Their circulation turned chaotic, with soul energy filling his magic power. The two energies intertwined, making the incantation's Spirit Patterns impure.
The veins on Lu Xun's forehead throbbed wildly. His figure flashed, and he suddenly shot toward the distant horizon.
At this point, how could he dare remain here? Aside from fleeing, he had no other thoughts.
Yet wanting to leave was easier said than done. Roar after roar erupted as dozens of vicious beasts formed into a pack, bolstered by vast demonic mist. They leaped through the air and fearlessly pounced toward Lu Xun's escape route.
One vicious beast darted out from the pack, demonic aura roiling around its body like an erupting volcano. It directly smashed through a palm imprint Lu Xun had struck out and lunged at him with snapping jaws.
This vicious beast was comparable to a Mahayana cultivator. Its hide was rough and its flesh thick, its entire body suffused with demonic aura. It charged like a meteor that had fallen from the Void Domain. Lu Xun's enormous palm imprint, capable of collapsing a mountain peak, could only slow it slightly; it could not kill it.
The beast pack that had appeared in Hidden Blade Valley had been deliberately selected by Qin Fengming. Its strength was terrifying, enough to withstand Mahayana attacks head-on. The auras of the beasts