Master Wudao seemed to be struck hard by a sudden thunder in a clear sky, his body trembled fiercely, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out uncontrollably like a fountain.
The crimson blood mist instantly spread in the air, with the air permeated by a bloody scent.
His face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color, resembling a zombie drained of all its essence blood, exuding a breath of deathly silence.
His figure was swaying, like a lone candle struggling valiantly in the fierce wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
After all, the Star-breaking Sword had long been intimately connected to his soul, and now with the destruction of the Star-breaking Sword, his soul suffered a severe backlash.
Pain, like a surging tide, overwhelmed him in an instant.
Yet Xu Wendong, stood like an overwhelmingly towering, unshakeable War God.
