The attacks had no effect. As time passed, Third Elder's attacks began to slow, and the aura around him weakened as well.
Gradually, as nearly half an hour passed, blood flowed from Third Elder's seven orifices—his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. His attacks also steadily weakened, dropping from the level of a frenzied Xiantian Third Order to the Second Order, then the First Order, and finally Houtian Layer Ten...
In a short time, Third Elder's arms and legs went limp, no longer able to exert any strength.
"Whew! Hah...!" After a bout of ragged breathing, Third Elder finally stood still and looked at Chen Mo, the unwillingness in his eyes nearly overflowing.
But none of that was of any use now.
The heavens were unfair—what could he do about it? Third Elder sighed inwardly. In the end, he was still going to die!
It was as though responding to his thoughts, and as though bringing an end to those earlier attacks.
One eye gave life, one eye brought death! That was Third Elder's current state. Death arrived swiftly, leaving him unable to say another word.
"Crack! Crack!..." A series of sounds rang out. It was as though something had exploded inside Third Elder's body. His bones snapped one after another, blood sprayed from his mouth, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
He truly collapsed in the literal sense. Every bone in his body had lost its supporting strength and broken apart, leaving him to slump down as though he had lost all support.
His insides spread across the ground like rotten mud, wrapped only in his skin.
The Yan Family's Third Elder had exhausted himself to death in battle.
The essence of his life had been completely consumed, and all his bones had turned into soft, crumbling sludge. Naturally,