Among several illusions.
A True Sword imbued with seventy percent of his Spiritual Power, like a meteor in the dark night, pierced through the dual defense of the Blood Shield and Blood Wave, directly stabbing the shoulder of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable's Nascent Soul.
The Nascent Soul couldn't dodge in time and was struck, letting out a shrill, wretched scream.
That sound seemed like the wailing from the Nine Nether Hell, making people's hearts tremble as if hearing the cries of evil ghosts.
The blood light dimmed slightly, and its form became somewhat illusory, clearly heavily injured, like a candle in the wind, flickering on the verge of extinguishing.
Seeing this, the true body of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable's eyes filled with rage, like an injured fierce wolf, roaring: "You brat, how dare you harm my Nascent Soul!"
