Pfft!
A mouthful of blood shot from his lips like an arrow loosed from the bow.
It was no ordinary blood, but "Half-Venerable Essence Blood" containing immense Spirit Power.
The blood was a deep blue. The instant it hit the ground, it froze into ice crystals, yet golden-red flames burned tenaciously within them, emitting a sizzling sound.
After coughing up that mouthful of blood, Mystic Ice Half-Venerable's face turned deathly pale at a visible rate.
And that was not all—
The aura he had originally kept perfectly restrained suddenly became utterly chaotic.
At times it was piercingly cold, at times scorching like fire. Two utterly opposing powers of law collided and tore at each other within his body...
Making his entire aura extremely unstable.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
He clutched his chest, at the very spot where the golden-red flames had pierced through him.
The golden-red flames still burned at the wound, ceaselessly eroding his flesh and meridians.
Every breath brought tearing agony.
Clearly, his injuries were far from light.
If he had not cultivated the Mystic Heaven Ice Soul Art to great mastery, making his body as hard as mystic ice, he likely would have been unable to hold on any longer.
"As expected of... cultivators from top-tier sects..."
Mystic Ice Half-Venerable slowly sat down cross-legged. As he circulated his cultivation art to suppress his injuries, he muttered:
"The cultivation arts and divine abilities they wield... truly are incomparably formidable."
"Even though I held an absolute advantage in terrain, I still... suffered such grave injuries."
He recalled the great battle from moments ago.
Fu Half-Venerable's incomparably domineering golden flame divine ability.
Xuanming Half-Venerable's Purple Nether Great Art was even more endlessly variable and impossible to guard against.
Had he not relied on the advantage of the terrain, it would have