As one of the Top Ten City Lords, his trump cards were naturally anything but ordinary. Even Xuan Wuzong himself found it difficult to withstand this berserk blow.
The only thing that relieved him was that the killing move reflected by the Azure Dome Mirror seemed to have weakened somewhat.
Thus, he quickly shook off the effects of that thunderous force. Yet at the same time, a streak of saber light blossomed in his vision.
Xuan Wuzong had no way to parry this savage strike and could only hurriedly retreat.
Pain flared in his chest, and blood sprayed as he was wounded.
This was the first time he had been injured since clashing with Lu Ye.
Xuan Wuzong flew into a rage!
But before he could strike back, Lu Ye charged in like maggots clinging to the bone. The saber in his hand surged in an endless succession of attacks, and within that hazy saber light, even space and time seemed to descend into chaos.
Fu Wei also attacked from the side.
The three figures clashed once more, but the situation had already changed.
Xuan Wuzong's expression grew increasingly grave. He could feel an extremely strange force entwined around his wound. It was like an invisible giant hand, constantly tearing at the injury and making it difficult for him to recover.
That alone would have been one thing, but the crucial point was that an outside force was also eroding his body. It seemed to be some inexplicable deadly poison, causing the circulation of his blood and Dao Power to stagnate.
In a flash, he recalled the information he had gleaned from those fleeing cultivators of the Insect and Blood Races.
The Human Race's Lu Ye had poisoned countless powerful cultivators to death in the Blood Race Territory...
When he