Nie Yun had known how terrifying the Golden Blood King was from refining his blood. Now, that speculation had been confirmed.
Nie Tong was covered in blood. The Asura Sword in his hand had already snapped, his body was swollen, his face deathly pale, and he looked utterly miserable.
The Golden Blood King facing him looked over with a cruel expression, his brows dancing with excited savagery.
The last time he had nearly broken through the seal, it was this man before him who had stopped him. When enemies met, their eyes blazed all the redder. Naturally, he would not let him go.
"I'll slice the flesh from your body piece by piece and let you savor the cruelest punishment..."
The Golden Blood King let out a sinister cackle, and the weapon in his hand smashed down at Nie Tong again.
His weapon was a pitch-black spiked club that stretched hundreds of zhang across. With a fierce press, a vortex-like current surged from the club and shot straight at Nie Tong.
It was completely different from Wart King's techniques. It still did not belong to the Three Thousand Great Daos, yet it possessed the same power—perhaps even greater power!
Though seriously injured, Nie Tong did not panic in the face of the attack. He retreated as he resisted. Although his strength was inferior to his opponent's, every block was perfectly timed, keeping his injuries from worsening too badly while still fending off the blows.
With a single glance, Nie Yun knew that even if his younger brother could hold on for a while, he would not last much longer. Every clash, even if it consumed part of the opponent's strength, still left a portion of power that continuously aggravated his injuries.
Meanwhile, the opponent's strength showed no signs of being