Just at this moment.
A flash of blood light caught his eye.
Blood light?
My knife?
No.
The moment this sense of wrongness surfaced from his heart, a deadly crisis descended like madness, occupying his Divine Soul and consciousness in an instant.
Squish.
The sound of a long sword piercing through the flesh suddenly rang out.
A blood sword shot out dozens of meters, slanting into the ground, with only half of the blade submerged. Bloodstains dripped along the edges of the sword.
On the battlefield, Mo Wen lowered his head to look at the hole in his chest, his pupils trembled violently, his face showing a touch of horror. As he raised his head, a streak of green-black light entered his eyes like the arrow of the death, attacking his face.
With his Spirit Sea destroyed, his body's magical power was thrown into disarray in the moment of horror. Even the slightest movement seemed futile before the sword light.
Boom.
