As Calamity Son retreated, he flicked his other hand, and two black shadows shot out like lightning. The instant he broke free of the enemy's attack rhythm, he launched his counterattack.
One black shadow shot toward Shuang Qingqing, while the other flew at Meng Shangmo, who was supported by a green leaf. Sure enough, Meng Shangmo had not died; his body was merely trembling without stop.
When Meng Shangmo had fallen, a green leaf thrown by Shuang Qingqing had caught him, sparing him from plunging straight into the swamp.
At that moment, Meng Shangmo felt as though the Nascent Soul within him were about to be torn apart. Even as a Void Refinement Realm cultivator with an iron will, even if his flesh had been pierced through in battle, his organs shattered, his bones broken and tendons snapped, he might not have frowned in the slightest.
But this pain came from the very depths of his soul. It was an unbearable, piercing agony. Though he had long prepared himself, with a temperament as steadfast as his, he still let out a muffled groan the instant the pain surged up.
This was the consequence of having a restriction planted in one's body. Its viciousness was enough to make any cultivator who suffered it beg only for death. Yet today, the tearing pain in Meng Shangmo's Nascent Soul was steadily diminishing!
Still, the excruciating pain in the depths of his soul needed time to fade. Meng Shangmo's body kept shaking from the agony, and layers of sweat seeped continuously from his greenish face.
"I... I'm not dead!"
At the moment the tearing agony in his Nascent Soul eased, Meng Shangmo discovered that he was already lying atop a green leaf. Under the overwhelming pain just now, his consciousness had instantly blurred, leaving