"Aaargh!" Zhu He screamed as Zhang Jin struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying backward.
In truth, the moment distracting thoughts arose in Zhu He's mind, his fate had all but been sealed. How could an expert afford to lose focus in a duel? That was courting death.
As an expert himself, Zhu He naturally understood this, but fear had crept into his heart, because Zhang Jin had gone mad. He no longer cared whether he lived or died.
Zhu He could sense that, to keep him suppressed, Zhang Jin had actually forced himself to use some forbidden art to increase his power. Although Zhu He also had such a life-saving forbidden art, he dared not use it. Never mind the severe backlash it would inflict on him-even if he used it, he still would not be able to do anything to Zhang Jin.
It was precisely because Zhu He had reservations and lacked the resolve to stake his life on the fight that Zhang Jin had seized an opening and wounded him.
"Die!" His eyes bloodshot, Zhang Jin swiftly charged up to Zhu He.
Although Zhu He had taken a palm strike, he was not yet seriously wounded, so he swiftly dodged another palm from Zhang Jin. But Zhang Jin gave him no chance to evade any further.
"You forced me into this!" Left with no other choice, Zhu He also used a forbidden art to increase his power. Unfortunately, his resolve had come a little too late. Having already been wounded by Zhang Jin, he still struggled to withstand his attacks even after boosting his power.
Zhu He's steady retreat naturally affected the morale of the Demonic Path practitioners, and their side immediately fell into a disadvantage. Zhu He was covered in blood and