Chapter 166: Self-Destruction of the Spirit Aperture

figure of Zhuque swept past, this solid defense line was like paper, easily torn open a gap.The cultivators of Wan Mo Ling who were pulling the spiritual net towards Zhu Que were the first to be hit....On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theowever, for cultivators, such injuries were not severe and would not impede the exertion of their abilities.Lú Yè couldn't see through their cultivation levels, they probably weren't even at the fifth...