"Aaagh—"
A cry of pain rang out. Silver light flashed as Di Kun, who had already slain the Maha Blood Toad, blocked Lu Xiaotian's path. Di Kun's body, which even a core-stage magical weapon had been unable to injure, was now covered in wounds, large and small. A centipede leg shot by Sha Ba pierced straight through him. Already terribly weakened, Di Kun took the heavy blow, let out a scream, and crashed to the ground, unconscious.
The earth golem had just been knocked back by Sha Ba. There was no time to call it in to block the attack, and Lu Xiaotian didn't even have time to raise a guard. He couldn't have stopped it anyway. But at this desperate moment, one of the iron thorn vines beside him coiled around his body and tugged him slightly aside. By a hair's breadth, he avoided the centipede leg striking his heart. The leg still couldn't pierce his fire-jiao scale armor, but its immense force couldn't be fully absorbed. The impact caved in a small section of his chest.
With a retch, Lu Xiaotian vomited a great mouthful of blood, with small, broken pieces of his internal organs mixed in.
Since setting foot on the path of cultivation, Lu Xiaotian had never suffered such grievous injuries. His whole body felt like frayed cotton tossed in the wind, so weak that a passing breeze could sweep him away.
Yet on Lu Xiaotian's ashen face, there was both fury at Di Kun's grave injuries and a trace of joy at having held out to the very end.
He had escaped death by a hair. Since he was still alive, the one who would pay the price was naturally his enemy. His body was terribly weak, but his Primordial Spirit was merely exhausted from