The Death of Artifact Maniac

"Don't!"

At the sight of this, Long Xuan's face changed drastically.

On the steps, Gu cultivators lost all their abilities. The only measure of strength between the two sides was the strength of their physical bodies.

Humans were naturally frail, while spirit beasts possessed physical strength innately more than ten times greater than humans.

On these steps, spirit beasts beating humans was like beating up grandchildren. What was more, Artifact Maniac was a fourth-rank spirit beast, a Beast King. His physical strength surpassed that of the vast majority of spirit beasts.

With Misfortune Gu sealed inside her, how could Zhu Jiǔge possibly stand a chance against Artifact Maniac?

And events unfolded exactly as he had expected. Zhu Jiǔge was not even eighteen yet—how long could she possibly have spent tempering her body?

Though her physical strength was not weak, compared to Artifact Maniac's, it was still far, far too lacking. After only a few exchanges, she was knocked off the altar by a single blow of his staff.

Zhu Jiǔge tumbled heavily down the steps and rolled beyond the altar. By the time Long Xuan reached her, she was covered in blood and had fallen into a severe coma.

He hurried over, anxiously extending a finger beneath Zhu Jiǔge's nose as he quickly examined her injuries.

After a long while, Long Xuan's heart slowly sank.

Artifact Maniac had clearly put his full strength into that strike.

Zhu Jiǔge's injuries from that blow were far too severe. Many of her bones and internal organs had shattered. Most troublesome of all, the weapon that had injured her was a Divine Artifact. A bizarre power from it was preventing her wounds from healing.

Had it been anyone else, they would have died eight hundred times over from injuries like these.

Only because her