Somewhere on the Plateau of Myriad Laws.
The World Gate appeared, and a figure tumbled out.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Mu Qing coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his face deathly pale.
On the surface, he seemed to have no wounds at all, but in truth, he was severely injured. His soul had suffered a violent impact and was on the verge of shattering.
At that moment, wisps of blood-thread-like death power still lingered deep within his soul, transforming into what seemed like a gaping abyssal maw that sought to devour his soul.
Fortunately, the Life Codex existed deep within Mu Qing's soul. White flames swept forth, swallowing all the death power and burning it to ashes.
Mu Qing let out a breath of relief, but pain soon split his head apart.
His soul was still fragmented beyond repair, remaining in a grievously wounded state.
"Damn it! I nearly died there!"
Mu Qing cursed inwardly.
The moment the bloody light swallowed him, he released the people within the Misty Hand to help shield him.
The losses were devastating. The man in golden robes and the violet-gold ferocious bird had both perished, shattered beneath the fierce impact of the deathly blood light. He had directly lost the combat strength of two Five-Tribulation Sovereigns.
Black General had escaped disaster, but he too was severely wounded and near death. Mu Qing had retrieved him into the Misty Hand to recover.
Yet thanks to that, Mu Qing had gained a sliver of an opportunity to escape through the World Gate. If not for the World Gate's ability, he would undoubtedly have died just now!
Mu Qing panted heavily as he rested beneath an ancient tree. An ancient mirror hung above his head, casting down beams of life light.
Unfortunately, life light was nowhere near as effective