The Tragic State of Ming Yan

Jiang Liu's figure blurred as he rapidly closed in on Ming Yan, simultaneously unleashing an invisible Saintly Sky Strike.

Ming Yan was struggling to get up when he suddenly felt as though his head were splitting apart. His rising body immediately collapsed back onto the ground.

The aura around him began to grow chaotic again.

Once he reached Ming Yan, Jiang Liu thrust his large hand straight toward Ming Yan's body.

"Clang!" Jiang Liu's hand struck Ming Yan's ribs and bounced back. It simply couldn't pierce through.

However, Jiang Liu immediately changed his move. Following the momentum, he struck out with his palm and sent Ming Yan flying.

Watching Ming Yan fly backward, Jiang Liu thought, It looks like tearing his bones out directly will be a little difficult.

Still, he hadn't expected the Saintly Sky Strike to possess such tremendous power.

Or is the Saintly Sky Strike simply especially powerful against people from the Abyssal Hell?

As Ming Yan flew backward through the air, he was truly so aggrieved that he could have cried.

That disciple of the Saint Heaven Sect was sinister enough as it was.

He had never expected that even this sacred beast would be just as sinister, and could actually conceal its aura. Who could have seen that coming?

After stabilizing himself, Ming Yan had already steadied the injuries in his spiritual sea.

At this moment, he glared at Jiang Liu and the Fire-Winged Monkey with bloodshot eyes, his thoughts racing.

Given the current situation, continuing to fight would be extremely disadvantageous for him. It seemed he had to find a way to escape.

Although the primal qi within his body had now returned to normal,

his spiritual sea had been injured.

For a Saint Realm expert, the most important place was the spiritual sea.