Wu Hong covered the wound on his waist and pressed his fingers next to the crack where the flesh was rolled. Dark red Spiritual Power seeped out from his palm and covered it along the surface of the wound, stopping the bleeding.
But there is a strange force inside the wound that continues to destroy it.
That power does not dissipate over time like ordinary Spiritual Power, but adheres to the skin and flesh at the edge of the wound, drilling in bit by bit, as if it is alive, pushing deeper with every breath.
He could feel that his Spiritual Power was being swallowed and digested by that force. The muscles at the edge of the wound were slowly dying and turning black, and the area was expanding little by little.
He glanced down at the location of the wound and frowned. With his Legendary Rank 2-Star cultivation, no matter how deep an ordinary sword wound is, as long as he seals the wound with Spiritual Power, the flesh and blood can grow back together in a few breaths.
But this wound cannot be sealed.
After the dark red Spiritual Power was covered, the surface of the wound did stop bleeding, but the muscles and fascia underneath were still being eroded by that strange force. New blood seeped out slowly under the Spiritual Power film, dyeing the edge of the wound a deeper dark red.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on the ink-colored Long Sword in Shen Fei's hand.
The blade of the sword hangs quietly at Shen Fei's side. It is non-reflective and inconspicuous. Its surface is a deep ink color and there is nothing special about it. But Wu Hong can feel that it is that sword.
The reason why the sword wound just now couldn't be sealed was because when the sword blade cut into his flesh, something was left in the wound.
That kind of thing was different from all the Spiritual Power, Demon Spirit and laws he had seen. It was deeper and heavier, like a power he had never been exposed to before. He stared at the sword for two breaths, and his dark golden vertical pupils shrank slightly.
Then he turned to look at Xiao Ning'er.
Xiao Ning'er stood a few steps behind Shen Fei. His left arm was burned red by the flames from shoulder to wrist, his sleeves were completely burned, and the surface of his skin was covered with blisters and charred marks.
Her Wind-Thunder Wings has been closed, the lightning has completely dissipated, her face is a bit paler than usual, and her lips have no blood. She is still holding Short Sword in her right hand, but her fingers are shaking slightly and her knuckles are white.
Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her chest rose and fell much more than usual, and she trembled slightly every time she exhaled.
Wu Hong stared at her, making quick calculations in his mind. The sword in the black-winged man's hand was weird. It could break through his armor and defense. A head-on fight might not guarantee victory.
But that woman is different. Black Gold Rank 2-Star. What she can hold on to now is the limit. Her left arm is seriously injured, Spiritual Power is overdrafted, and Wind-Thunder Wings can no longer hold on.
If you use all your strength, you can kill her with one move. Although the man will definitely take the opportunity to attack and he will be injured, but as long as one can be eliminated first, the rest will be a one-on-one attack.
With his Legendary Rank 2-Star cultivation level, if he faced a Black Gold Rank 4-Star man, even if the other man had a weird sword in his hand, he wouldn't lose in a head-on fight.
He has been injured, and the sword is indeed evil, but the difference in level is there. As long as he becomes serious and stops fighting like a joke just now, he can win this battle.
His eyes were fixed on Xiao Ning'er, the dark golden vertical pupils were condensed with light, his right fist was slowly clenched, and the dark red Spiritual Power began to gather on the surface of his fist.
Shen Fei stood next to the rubble, and every breath in the broken left rib hurt. His right hand holding Ink Cloud was shaking slightly. Dantian was almost empty, and the remaining Spiritual Power in Meridians was only enough to maintain basic operation.
He could feel Wu Hong's gaze moving towards Xiao Ning'er, with an undisguised murderous intent, like a wild beast staring at a wounded prey. His fingers tightened on the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles turned white.
Just then, a voice sounded in his ears.
The sound was very soft and rustling, like paper being turned or wind blowing through dry bamboo leaves. It was Mingyu's voice, and only he and Xiao Ning'er could hear it.
"Yu Yan and I can't attack with all our strength. Later, the two of us will use Power of Law to suppress him, and you can take the opportunity to kill him."
Shen Fei glanced at Xiao Ning'er from the corner of her eye. Xiao Ning'er happened to turn her head to look at him. Her eyes paused on his face and nodded slightly.
Neither of them made a sound, but the nodding movement was very clear, confirming that both of them had received the words of Mingyu.
Shen Fei was about to turn around and continue staring at Wu Hong, but Wu Hong had already moved.
He clenched his right fist tightly, and his fist was covered with a thick layer of dark red flames. He raised it from his side, and his whole body was like a dark red afterimage, heading straight in the direction of Xiao Ning'er.
The speed was much faster than before. Legendary Rank 2-Star's Spiritual Power were released without reservation. When the punching wind came over, the air was squeezed and rolled to both sides. The broken Bluestone Slab on the ground were blown away by the punching wind and flew out against the ground.
His target is very clear, which is Xiao Ning'er. As long as this punch is real, the woman of Black Gold Rank 2-Star will not be able to withstand it, and she will completely lose her ability to fight even if she does not die.
As for the man, by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
Xiao Ning'er sensed the danger the moment Wu Hong started.
She started to retreat almost at the same time as Wu Hong punched. She kicked her right foot back and retreated back with the help of the reaction force. The shadow of Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow fluttered its wings in the depths of her soul. Lightning exploded at the end of Meridians. She condensed a Thunder Spear in her right hand. The gun body was compressed by dense lightning, and the tip of the gun was glowing with dazzling white light.
She didn't have time to completely dodge the punch, Wu Hong's speed was too fast, and her body couldn't keep up with the judgment of her eyes. She could only stand Thunder Spear in front of her, turned the gun sideways, and took the punch forcefully.
The fist hit Thunder Spear.
With a muffled bang, dark red flames and bluish-white lightning collided, sparks flew everywhere, and air waves exploded to both sides.
Thunder Spear shattered into tiny electric sparks at the moment of contact. Xiao Ning'er was shaken by the force and flew backwards. His feet left the ground. His whole figure was like a leaf blown by the wind. He rolled in the smoke and dust for more than 20 meters before he could barely stabilize his body.
When she landed, her right foot stepped on a piece of gravel, her knees bent, and she stumbled forward two steps, almost falling.
She used Short Sword to support the ground and barely stood up straight. Her breathing was faster than before, her chest heaved violently, and a wisp of blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her clothes.
The burn on her left arm had broken into several blisters during the impact, and a pale yellow liquid oozed from the surface of the flesh, mixed with blood and dripping down. Her body had reached its limit.
Spiritual Power had consumed most of it in the shot just now, Meridians was empty, the shadow of Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow was languishing deep in the soul, and the lightning was almost completely extinguished.