"Bang..."
With a dull thud, Wang Yaowu's body plunged from high above, slamming forcefully onto the ground.
Immediately afterward, Wang Yaowu spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood, his face turning incredibly pale, and his presence rapidly dwindled.
And just as Wang Yaowu was struck down, the silver-colored dragon began to disperse, with the Tiangang Sword body sent flying until it returned to Lin Tianming's hand.
At this moment, Wang Yaowu staggered to his feet from the deep pit.
Looking around, Wang Yaowu's Daoist robe was in tatters, exposing a lot of skin, with many areas bearing wounds.
Further up, a long gash appeared on his left arm, exposing the white bone to the air, with much blood flowing from deep wounds, ultimately dripping to the ground, quickly staining a stretch of land red.
After this round of attacks, Wang Yaowu's injuries worsened.
Now, he is severely injured, his capabilities greatly diminished compared to before these attacks.
