When the many attacks finally subsided, Ning Hu stood there with disheveled hair, his body like a battered sieve, blood spurting from countless wounds.
That unexpected Exotic Treasure attack had made him suffer badly.
Yet he still had not died. Not only had he not died, but the agonizing pain in his soul had made his counterattacks even more frenzied.
If Ning Hu had been mad before, he had at least retained his own thoughts. Now, he was like a complete lunatic.
Fortunately, his spiritual sense had been damaged, his mind muddled, and his attacks utterly without pattern. Though his offensive was fierce, it lacked any clear purpose.
Geng Wuwang engaged him at close range, weaving around him in battle, his heart pounding with fear.
Kang Yuanqiao supported him with his Flying Sword, but he was clearly struggling to keep up.
With his spiritual sense shattered, Ning Hu had indeed lost the greatest advantage of the Divine Sea Realm. Yet his cultivation of Spiritual Power remained, and taking down such a person was no simple matter.
"Senior Brother Geng, get away!" Lu Ye roared, an object already appearing in his hand as he hurled it toward Ning Hu.
Geng Wuwang reacted with astonishing speed. Though this was his first time working with Lu Ye to kill an enemy, he had immense faith in him. The instant Lu Ye spoke, he retreated far away.
With a deafening boom, flames surged forth, and the explosive impact and scorching blast wave swallowed Ning Hu's figure.
Geng Wuwang, who had retreated nearby, felt his eyelid twitch at the sight. Secretly glad that he had moved quickly, he knew that if he had been even a fraction slower, he would have been caught in it.
Such power would not have taken his life, but it