Within the miasmic fog, the Gloomy Old Man, who had arrived a step ahead, was extremely displeased when he heard Ding Hun's words.
It was not because of the disrespect in his words, however, but because the daytime treasure-hunting period here was nearly over. In another two incense sticks' worth of time, the trapped man would automatically be transported to his own camp-the bunker-and this killing trap would collapse on its own.
However, Ding Hun held a very high position among the Wall-Facing People, nearly equal to those descendants of the former masters whom they called Divine Inheritors. Thus, the Gloomy Old Man could only endure it, unable to forcibly thwart his intent.
Whoosh!
Within the fog, the Fishing Old Man wearing a bamboo hat also arrived. Making no attempt to conceal his super grade aura, he stood beside the Gloomy Old Man and said softly, "There is still time. Let's watch first."
Above the Three Origin Medical Hall, Ren Ye and Ding Hun exchanged another hundred rounds in the blink of an eye. Both held anger in their hearts, wanting to utterly shatter the other's resolve by decisively gaining the upper hand. Thus, both fought with sweeping, forceful attacks, tangling together in close combat as though gambling their lives, attacking more than defending and holding nothing back.
The bloody battle left both gravely wounded, their blood spilling into the vortex of miasma that reached the heavens.
Ding Hun had pierced Ren Ye's abdomen with a finger. Blood gushed out, staining the ancient building in the inner courtyard, adorned with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, red. Ding Hun had also clawed open his back, his five fingers cutting like sharp blades through his skin and leaving five wounds that exposed stark white bone.
Ding Hun had suffered three sword wounds: