From the spatial ring to the Holy Blood entering his stomach.
It was clearly only the most ordinary means, the shortest distance.
Yet under the effect of eye power, that distance had become impossibly remote.
No one would likely have imagined that the spatial ring, ordinarily the most convenient tool for storing items, had under this eye art become a forbidden treasury, useless as mere decoration.
Xu Xiaoshou could already foresee that Jiang Xian's other treasures had likely also been completely disabled in this manner.
Tonight.
This fellow could only stand alone, relying solely on the undying status of a demisaint's descendant, using his meager cultivation to forcibly contend against two Cutting Path experts! "Cough, cough..."
The price of directly annihilating demisaint essence blood brimming with Holy Power using eye power was clearly something even a Cutting Path expert could barely endure.
The blue-robed masked man wiped away the blood that had burst from his eyes and mouth, sighing softly. "The third drop of Holy Blood. This guy really is rich..."
"Still holding up?" the red-skirted masked man asked with concern.
"I'm fine, but he's still holding back his Saint Image. We have to guard against that final trump card..." A shadow clouded the blue-robed masked man's face. "Lord Huangquan said it before: whether this succeeds or not depends on that one instant."
"There's no time. We have to end this quickly—someone is already coming!" At this moment, the red-skirted masked man shook his head.
Neither of them said anything more.
Yet they clearly shared the same concern.
Xu Xiaoshou could not intercept this stretch of voice transmission.
All he could do was vanish before Cutting Path experts, not truly possess the power to rival them.
Hiding within the tree trunk, even while vanished, he was still trembling with fright.