The Artifact Spirit hadn't anticipated many things, much like the old Taoist hadn't anticipated the situation would evolve like this.
The fact that Meng Yun could use a blood sacrifice curse against him was simply outrageous.
No wonder he said he wouldn't give me a second chance to escape.
As long as he doesn't wish to stop, this method continuously drains his vitality to nourish the malice.
The stronger the malice, the more explosive Meng Yun's abilities become in all aspects.
So, during an unknown number of times within the Celestial Chasm, he was forced out.
He had just stepped in when an eerie and terrifying force struck his shoulder.
He didn't die, but his shoulder was likely ruined.
The old Taoist stood in mid-air, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and clutching his shoulder, while on the other side, Meng Yun, whose malice had thickened to the extreme, pursued from the Celestial Chasm.
