The scene was simply too shocking. Even Ling Yuan, the Spirit Clan's patriarch, stood stunned for three full breaths. A bone-chilling coldness surged into his mind.
When masters clashed, victory and defeat were decided in the smallest instant. For a top assassin like Qing Lin, that momentary lapse was the perfect opportunity!
A sharp streak of icy sword light shot forth like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, instantly breaking through the flaw in Ling Yuan's defenses caused by his shaken mind and slashing viciously across his shoulder!
His protective Dou Qi was torn apart, and blood sprayed out at once, staining Ling Yuan's battle robes red.
The intense pain jolted Ling Yuan awake. He let out a muffled groan and retreated rapidly, his eyes filled with both shock and fury.
"They actually have such a powerful expert guarding the sealing formation?" Ling Yuan's heart sank to the depths, unprecedented chill enveloping him. The fleeting crimson flame streak from before contained a level of power far beyond anyone present!
"No wonder just a handful of them dared to venture deep into the heart of our Spirit Realm!"
As Ling Yuan's emotions fluctuated, the internal injuries he had forcibly suppressed began to affect him as well. The pain wracking his body made him knit his brows tightly.
The sudden assault of more than ten Dou Sheng was no trivial matter. Though Ling Yuan had reacted swiftly and used the Spirit Clan's grand formation to resist most of it, the remaining impact had still injured him.
Given about a day, he could completely recover from these internal injuries. But now, not only did he have to battle the Pill Tower Ancestor and Qing Lin, he also had to oversee the entire battlefield. He simply could not spare any time to heal.
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