Boom!
A vast, tyrannical force swept through his entire body!
Chen Changming felt his chest violently convulse, his bones and sinews crackling.
Like a cannonball struck by a colossal iron hammer, he flew backward through the air uncontrollably, slamming heavily into the defensive formation surrounding the floating great tomb!
There was not the slightest cushioning in this collision. The force was peerlessly fierce, solid and direct!
Layers upon layers of ripples spread across the formation's surface. Terrifying rebounding force burst through his body, violently flinging him away as he tumbled several times through the air in a miserable spin.
Pfft!
As he spun through the air, Chen Changming felt sweetness rise in his throat. Unable to suppress his churning blood any longer, he sprayed out a mouthful of warm, crimson blood, which turned into a mist of blood drifting through the void.
His face instantly turned pale as paper, pain filling the space between his brows as waves of tearing agony surged through the meridians all over his body.
The force behind Cold Extreme Void's palm strike was simply too great—stronger even than Jade Sword True Person of the Clear Mist Sect. Thus, even with Chen Changming, the Demon Spirit Vine, and Little Wolf resisting it together, he had still suffered grave injuries.
At this moment, his internal organs felt as if they had been pulverized, while his blood and qi roiled without end.
It was not only him. Little Wolf and the Demon Spirit Vine, who had withstood this killing move alongside him, were both severely wounded as well, their conditions utterly listless.
Bang...
Little Wolf's massive body crashed into the formation with a dull thud, its silver fur stained with blood.
Countless vines of the Demon Spirit Vine had snapped apart, black sap flowing from the breaks and