A few breaths later, Hundred-Arms was steadily losing ground.
Ao Zhou said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Hundred-Arms is no match for him."
"Mm." Fang Yun nodded lightly without saying anything, continuing to write.
Ao Zhou was growing anxious when Gu Xu suddenly let out a roar. It was as though he had been struck by an invisible fist; he lost control of his body and actually flew face-first toward Hundred-Arms.
The Half-Sage Hundred-Arms seemed to have been prepared all along. All hundred arms shot out and smashed down viciously.
Gu Xu met the blow with his fists, and his body was smashed down once more. Yet before he could crash into the volcanic range, his figure abruptly halted, as if struck again by an invisible fist. His falling direction changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ao Zhou was dumbfounded. Just moments ago, Gu Xu had held the complete upper hand. How had he suddenly suffered such a crushing defeat, even vomiting blood?
"Who is launching a sneak attack? No, it's Micro Nether!"
After Gu Xu roared, bloody light soared behind him, and a battered iron furnace suddenly emerged. It was utterly unlike the exquisite creations of the Human Race, more like the clumsy imitation of a complete novice trying to forge a human artifact. Its surface was pitted and uneven, its whole form crooked and lopsided, yet it exuded a pure Sacred Way aura.
However, a sword hole ran straight through the furnace, leaving it with less than half its former might.
It was the scar left behind by the True Dragon Sacred Sword.
The iron furnace tilted, and a thread of crimson liquid flowed down, eventually winding around Gu Xu like red gauze.
Ao Zhou clicked his tongue in amazement. "As expected of a