Meng Yu bit his teeth tightly, even if he had resurrected time after time, how could he easily forget the various injuries he sustained? Moreover, tactile sensation was a form of defense, with a clear and sharp pain, as if he was being roasted alive over a fire!
Unbeknownst to him, the number of enemies had dwindled, with the nine Golden Core cultivators being the first to go offline, then the Three Extremes True Monarch fell and never returned, and Bai Hu, unwilling to yield, died in battle without leaving behind any grandiose words.
Suddenly, Meng Yu felt that the battle had come to an abrupt halt.
Ah, only True Monarch Yu Xia remained among the enemies.
It was a very, very tough battle. If not for the regular fighting in the Immortal Sect, the subsequent pursuits from the Eternal Night Palace, the great battles with the Cultivator Legion, and even the sparring with White Fox and Bloodshadow Ancestor, he would have lost long ago.
