The speed was so fast that even before the sword tip arrived, the unimaginable power of the Sword Intent had already forced the original bloodstains on his body to split open, tearing wide gashes that were horrifying to behold.
He let out a heart-wrenching scream, feeling as if his body was about to be wiped out.
The sword light dissipated, Bai Ze returned to the spirit, leaving only Wen Hanwei walking alone in the vast sea of clouds.
The fragments of the shattered Immortal Official Token scattered like tiny sparkling starlight, floating around Wen Hanwei without touching the ground, condensing without dispersing.
"Pfft..." The man fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, looking extremely miserable.
One of his arms had turned into a mist of blood, and despite being so badly injured, he still raised his remaining hand to touch his own cheek.
