"Cough, cough, cough!"
Lin Bufan knelt on one knee in a pool of blood, coughing up blood continuously, utterly drained. Not far from him, the Cuihong Sword had already broken into three pieces.
Gao Cuo remained hidden in the shadows, his face also looking terrible, pale as paper.
A voice from the old sword echoed: "You have taken the Heavenly Demon Pill, which granted you power beyond your limit. Now the pill's effects are fading, and you must quickly find a place to meditate, or you will fall into extreme weakness, which could even damage your Nascent Soul and reduce your cultivation level."
Gao Cuo took a deep breath, his right eye reflecting Lin Bufan's image: "This man is so proficient at healing. If I had an offensive weapon, I could surely take his head!"
"One last effort!"
Spell—Mistaken Shadow Kill!
At the next moment, in Lin Bufan's vision, the world shook, forming countless shadows.
