He won.
A grim victory...
His wounds had been briefly sealed by ice, but they still remained.
And during the last strike, an overwhelming surge of Spiritual Power entered his body, causing several cracks to form across Lin Yuan's frame, through which one could even glimpse the grisly flesh within.
Such injuries truly qualified as fatal.
The sword wounds too opened up, with fresh blood beginning to trickle down once more.
Lin Yuan leaned against a tree, and before long, he had soaked himself in his own blood.
But to have won was already a stroke of immense luck amidst fortune.
This time, Lin Yuan had truly been pushed to reveal all his cards.
He had even resorted to bluffing tactics.
"It seems that after mutating, one can be completely possessed by a cultivator, and in the initial phase of arrival, it's almost a state of utter disorientation."