Soul Damage (Typo Fix)

Shen Zhi was injured as well. One of his palms had been severed by Xie Xiuji, and Xie Xiuji had slashed a gash across his neck, nearly cutting through his carotid artery. His body was covered in more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes.

The scorching aura on the Vermilion Bird Sword bored into his meridians through his wounds, relentlessly wreaking havoc within him, even burning some of his finer meridians to charcoal.

Xie Xiuji's external injuries were more severe, while Shen Zhi's internal injuries were worse.

On the ground, Qingyu's Formation had reached its final stage. Shen Zhi could already faintly feel the Formation suppressing him. If he could not stop its completion, he would be bound by the Formation—and then he would die.

He had plotted for so long. He could not die at a time like this!

A vicious glint flashed through Shen Zhi's eyes. He stopped hesitating and immediately formed a series of hand seals, reciting an exceedingly complex incantation.

A vortex began to appear in the red Barrier shrouding the skies above Extreme Sea City. Its center was directly above Shen Zhi's head. Pale red spiritual energy, wrapped around bloodlust and resentment, formed a tornado-like current that poured into Shen Zhi's body. With the massive influx of spiritual power, his wounds began healing at a visible rate, while his aura surged all the way from Mahayana Late Stage to Mahayana Peak.

The temperature within Extreme Sea City began to rise. Those people on the streets, moving like walking corpses, began visibly aging. The Life-Refining Grand Formation was draining away their lifespans.

Qingyu's expression changed drastically. She shouted to Xie Xiuji, "This is bad! He's going to activate the Life-Refining Grand Formation ahead of time! Stop him!"

Xie Xiuji moved swiftly. Almost the instant Qingyu