Deep in the night, the stars and moon were dim, without luster.
In the deep desert of the Nameless Fragmented Land of the Third Realm.
Pang Jian, gritting his teeth, huddled in a massive cave and took out several pieces of Spirit Jade, enduring the pain to laboriously regulate his breath.
His dantian's Spiritual Sea was actually still quite abundant with spiritual power.
But there was a new, bone-deep hole in the left side of his lower back, from which blood continued to flow.
After his Firm Cover shattered, his opponent's blade had pierced through his waist. In haste, he had released Spirit Evil with Ghost Howling to entangle the enemy and took the chance to escape here.
He knew all too well that once that man dealt with the Spirit Evil, he would eventually come searching here.
Because just like him, there was a Heaven Phoenix Mark on the man's forehead, and in this desert, they could sense each other's presence.
"A mid-stage Hollow Profound Realm Divine Guard."
