Lou Yuhuang could feel a Sword Intent around his neck, a domineering presence that had destroyed the meridians and flesh there.
No matter how he tried to draw upon his True Yuan, connect with his Divine Soul, or impact with his Fist Intent, that Sword Intent did not weaken in the slightest.
Instead, his body became more shattered with each attempt to disperse the Sword Intent—
His limbs were eroded by the Sword Intent, with all meridians severed.
His internal organs were ravaged by that Sword Intent, almost crumbling inch by inch.
Only the acupoints on his head were still barely resisting, guarded by his Divine Soul.
Lou Yuhuang showed a bitter smile, no longer daring to move a muscle, abandoning the idea of dispersing the trace of Sword Intent.
He slightly lifted his eyes to look at the broken forest ahead, which was already enshrouded by strands of Silver White Sword Intent.
