"Oh no! This... such pure demonic energy... has the Devil Race descended?" Seemingly sensing that earth-shaking surge of demonic energy, the Card Fairy cried out in alarm.
"This aura!?" Wang Yan also felt an astonishing, irrepressible aura surging out from within. A terrifying dread rose from the depths of his heart... he was utterly aghast...
And just then...
Buzzz! Rustle, rustle! Astonishing tremors rippled out from the rubble piled in the passage, setting all the surrounding rock shaking...
Then!
Whoosh! Wisps of black energy appeared out of thin air and streamed incessantly into the rubble...
"Don't let him cast his spell!" the Card Fairy hurriedly warned Wang Yan.
But right at that moment...
"Urgh!" Splat! Wang Yan suddenly spat out a great mouthful of blood mixed black and red. His whole body swayed, and he nearly fell headfirst to the ground. He sank to his knees in agony...
"You brat! What's wrong?" Sensing Wang Yan's condition, the Card Fairy hurriedly cried out.
"I... I'm wounded!" Wang Yan murmured, suddenly reaching up to touch his chest. The wounds on his chest and abdomen hurt terribly, giving off wisps of cold air. Looking down, he saw pitch-black patches spreading from them. The wounds began to go numb, and he felt his strength draining rapidly away. He grew weaker and weaker, his gaze beginning to cloud...
"Oh no! Demonic energy has invaded your body!" The Card Fairy instantly recognized his condition and cried out.
"Card Fairy! Is there anything you can do?" Wang Yan asked, his breath as faint as a thread. He could no longer even stand. A trace of regret rose in his heart; had he known, he would have dodged those two black-light blades. They had pierced straight through his flesh. Even as a cultivator, such grave wounds were devastating