Next to Dragon Gate Mountain.
Kui Niu, gripping a ghastly blood hole that ran through his waist, staggered back several steps until his back slammed against a small mountain, finally stabilizing his body.
Flickers of electric light blood splattered along the way, leaving behind a large swath of scorched stains.
Although the wounds from his Military Dao Dharma Image had begun to heal quickly.
But that immense power, just shy of an Immortal's, was still crazily gushing outward, and in a blink, over half had been depleted.
Pei Yulou watched another colossal Military Dao Dharma Image in front of him, still somewhat in disbelief and even more distressed.
Even his voice trembled slightly:
"Jiang Baimei, we have known each other for nearly a hundred years, and today you truly betray Great Yan, betray the Human Clan? What on earth are you trying to do?!"
That Dharma Image, with arms crossed and hovering mid-air, had the lower body of a robust eagle, its sharp claws like fine steel.
