"Divine Judgment!"
With the adversary's low shout, he swung his longsword at Ye Luo, and a white light enveloped Ye Luo directly.
Ah!
A shrill scream came from Ye Luo's mouth, followed by a spray of fresh blood; he knelt on the ground, his face twisted in agony.
"Kid, hold on, you can't be finished!"
Ao Long hastily spoke to Ye Luo.
However, the white light that had just rushed into Ye Luo's body caused not only immense physical damage but also aimed to destroy his soul by heading straight for his Spirit Sea.
Thanks to Ao Long's resistance, Ye Luo's soul was spared, but the bodily harm made him feel a pain so intense as if his whole body was about to burst open.
Blood seeped from the skin on his body, staining his clothes red; if it were not for his incredibly strong constitution, that one strike would have been enough to annihilate him, leaving nothing behind.
Seeing that Ye Luo had actually withstood that strike, a hint of surprise flickered in the eyes of the Holy Envoy.
