The enemy who should have been on the ground had somehow appeared above him. Beneath the moon's glow, a pair of wings flowing with fiery-red Spiritual Power fluttered gently behind the man's back. Spiritual Power clung to the long saber in his hand as he brought it down in a swift slash!
This was impossible! As he plummeted downward, the Spell Cultivator screamed inwardly.
Boom...
Dust flew everywhere as the Spell Cultivator's body crashed heavily to the ground. He felt as though countless bones throughout his body had broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Spiritual Power barrier that had blocked the Crag Mountain Saber, reinforced by two Sharpness Spirit Patterns, vanished without a trace. It had not been cut apart; the Spell Cultivator simply no longer had the strength to sustain it.
To evade Lu Ye's controlled artifact attack earlier, he had flown rather high, nearly forty zhang above the ground. As a result, the fall had left him half dead.
His vision was black, and he could see nothing. His ears rang incessantly, blood seeped from all seven of his orifices, and such injuries had clearly left the Spell Cultivator on death's door.
Lu Ye drifted down beside him, folded away the wings behind his back, and reversed his saber. Aiming at the Spell Cultivator's heart, he thrust it straight down.
The Spell Cultivator's body tensed as he instinctively seized the blade of the Crag Mountain Saber with both hands, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
He was a Tier Nine Spell Cultivator. If he had truly died in a direct battle, then it would have meant his skills were lacking and he had been inferior to his opponent. Yet against Lu Ye, a mere Tier Seven cultivator, he had not even managed to cast a