I can't lose. There has to be a way. I have to think of something.
A pent-up breath filled Lu Feng's chest like a wronged soul that refused to close its eyes in death, forcing him to hold on and regain consciousness.
Using the Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye, he sensed another attack coming and hastily threw a punch. Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow and was sent flying again.
Blood poured from his mouth, leaving a crimson streak in the pitch-black void. His situation was dire.
"Hahaha, is that all you've got? Without those underhanded tricks, you're no match for our Witch Clan." Having landed two blows in succession, Meng Jiu was immensely pleased with himself.
That day, the black object had suddenly given Lu Feng unparalleled speed, and afterward, the High Priest had said that power was not Lu Feng's own. This had rankled with Meng Jiu ever since; he had always felt he had been injured unjustly. Now that he had finally settled the score, his delight was beyond words.
Clutching his chest, Lu Feng tried to stand, but could only kneel on one knee in the void. He coughed several times, then said with hatred on his face, "What do you mean, underhanded tricks? Your High Priest knows better than I do. You think you're winning through your own abilities? What a colossal joke. You're winning dishonorably, yet you're still so smug. The Witch Clan really is arrogant and brainless."
As he spoke, the hand pressed against his chest caught all the blood dripping from his mouth. He activated the Five Elements Art, continuously channeling Five Elements True Qi into it, while also using a freezing cultivation technique to slowly freeze the blood.
He refused to admit defeat like this. He had survived that