A wolf-like, tiger-like sword intent came crashing in, tearing through the defenses around Wu Dong and sending him flying.
"Pfft!"
Wu Dong spat blood, his face pale. Before he could steady himself, another wave of sword intent attacked from behind, striking his back and piercing through his spine.
At that very moment, Wu Dong sensed hundreds of sword intents locking down every avenue of retreat from all directions—from above and below—and charging straight toward the vital points on his body.
It was like a gigantic sword net, leaving Wu Dong nowhere to dodge.
Wu Dong felt as though he had fallen into a vast ocean like an ordinary mortal. He was powerless to resist the raging, surging sea. He could only watch helplessly as it tore him into pieces and dragged him toward the abyss!
Ever since Wu Dong had joined the Candle Dragon Sect, he had not felt the aura of death for a long time. Now, it enveloped him.
Wu Dong's hair stood on end, the blood throughout his body seeming to freeze. It was as though his soul were being dragged away by hell!
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Wu Dong repeatedly took life-saving items from his Storage Bag, blocking the sword intent that Lin Bai sent at him time and again.
Though Wu Dong had plenty of life-saving items in his hands, they could not withstand the rampaging sword intent of this vast sea. Before long, Wu Dong was covered in wounds. He spat blood as he was sent flying backward, then crashed miserably onto the ground.
"Looks like I won't need the Three Kill Sword Formation. If you came alone, I can kill you!"
Watching Wu Dong fall to the ground with blood spreading everywhere and sword scars covering his body, he looked as though he had