The blood-red net showed no sign of slowing, still descending over his head.
Within every strand of blood on the net, it seemed, lay a trace of the Power of Law of blood.
Lu Yang felt the blood within him, which had only just stabilized, once again beginning to slip out of control.
When fighting a powerful enemy, losing control of one's own blood would always distract a martial artist.
Especially when facing an evenly matched opponent—or one even stronger than oneself—even the slightest distraction could prove fatal.
Having recovered some of his Power of Dao Principles, [Blood Soul Demon Lord] had merely acted on a whim, yet Lu Yang was already slightly thrown off balance.
A towering blood-red spear shadow plunged from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it was right before Lu Yang's brow.
The thrust was fast and precise, without the slightest flourish.
Before the spearpoint even arrived, its terrifying force made Lu Yang's brow ache.
His skin was as tough as a High-grade Spirit Weapon. That showed just how powerful the thrust was!
Lu Yang knew he had carelessly revealed an opening, but he did not panic. Instead, a mocking smile curled at his lips.
The spear shadow pierced straight through his head, and a heap of wood chips burst apart, scattering across the ground.
Seven or eight li away, Lu Yang's true body slowly emerged from the earth, like a great tree taking root and sprouting in the blink of an eye.
This was a small Wood Dao technique he had devised some time ago, after combining numerous Wood Dao martial arts. Inspired by the Soul Mist's influence, a flash of insight had led him to comprehend it. He called it Hundred Mile Escape Stake.
All he had to do was scatter a