"Hah… hah…" Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, sliding down the scar to the edge of his gasping mouth. It then dripped from his lips onto his scorched chin and finally fell to the ground, gradually seeping into the cracked earth.
At this moment, Li Huowang's situation was truly grim. His Talismans, his Spinal Bone Sword that could slash open rifts in history, his evil-banishing Copper Coin Sword, and even his Purple Age Sword that cut through iron like mud—none of them had any effect on the Dragon Vein. Even more crucially, neither the Divine Skills of the Sitting Oblivion Path nor the normally treacherous Ao Jing Cultivation Technique had any impact on them.
