Lu Qingming lifted Li Mu Yang down from the wolf's back, laid him on Divine Sword Plaza, then let his upper body lean against his chest.
"Mu Yang, are you all right? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lu Qingming asked about Li Mu Yang's condition while pressing the back of his hand against Li Mu Yang's lower back and sending streams of warm True Qi into his body.
He had already discovered it while they were descending: the True Essence in Li Mu Yang's body had long since been completely exhausted. His body was cold, like a sickly shell devoid of warmth.
Li Mu Yang's lips trembled as he whispered, "Every part of me hurts."
This time, Li Mu Yang had truly been wounded.
Mu Dingyi had used the Blood Sacrifice Sword, injecting his own vital blood essence into the sword and becoming one with it. The power of that strike was simply beyond what human strength could withstand.
Li Mu Yang had been enveloped by that blood sword, unable to move or escape. His blood vessels boiled, racing wildly through every meridian in his body like water in a pot brought to a rolling boil.
Wherever his eyes reached, there was only a boundless sea of blood.
The might of a single sword could cleave heaven and earth and shatter the firmament.
This was the strongest power Mu Dingyi could unleash.
Light and shadow were Sword Qi.
When Li Mu Yang was imprisoned within that mass of red light, he truly felt as though his life hung by a thread, caught in an impossible dilemma with nowhere to advance or retreat.
The aura of death rushed toward him. The Grim Reaper brandished his scythe and grinned mockingly at him.
The Heart of Weak Water was injured, and the Wolf