Suddenly, streaks of patterns grew out as if rib bones sprouting from nowhere, tearing through muscles and fascia to carve out space, the pain penetrating the soul.
The price for these emerging patterns was the extinguishing of the bright stove flames covering Chen Ji's entire body, once again, all at once. Molten Flow converged from his limbs and body onto the streaks, even his hair dried up along with it.
At this moment, a saber slash came from the right, and Chen Ji frantically retreated within the core of the Plum Blossom Saber Formation. His bodily strength fluctuated wildly, causing him to momentarily be unable to adapt, his legs involuntarily buckling.
There was another person swinging a saber at him from behind; all he could do was roll on the ground like a drunken rascal to dodge.
