"I knew you wouldn't be willing to give up."
Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, a cold flash flickering in them.
Without any visible movement from him, the Divine Prison Thunder Saber instantly slashed into the void, bringing up a stream of blood droplets!
"He still has strength left, it really was a trick!"
Immediately.
A terrified scream mixed with regret and unwillingness echoed from the void.
Upon hearing this sentence.
All the presences lurking in the shadows vanished without a trace, not daring to approach even slightly.
Before long.
Everything returned to tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened.
Lu Yuan put away the Divine Prison Thunder Saber, sitting still like an old monk, unmoving in his original spot.
Only this time, no one dared to lay a hand on him again.
"These Immortal Dao Lineages truly are relentless; if I hadn't just restored a bit of strength, they might have exposed my reality."
Lu Yuan's eyes glinted coldly, as he pondered silently.
