"Ack!"
The enemy spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly wilted.
"Wait, there's been a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I didn't realize you are a fellow daoist from Shangqing Sword Sect, truly a misunderstanding!"
However, Wang Zijia kept a cold face and had no intention of further conversation with him. His entire body's mana surged violently, poised to strike again.
The figure cloaked in black fog bit his teeth and, without hesitation, spewed out a mouthful of vital blood, grabbed his shattered arm, and transformed into a blood-colored streamer shooting through the air.
Surprisingly, his target was not to escape far away, but a nearby skeleton soldier.
If he were trying to flee far away, Wang Zijia had faith that he could catch up, even if it were a blood escape, and it would just take a bit longer.
