The suppression of the Dust Domain seems to have dissipated.
Blood mist envelops the land, countless silver threads shattered and scattered all around. A strong wind blows, scattering some of the dense blood qi.
But...
Vaguely visible, a grand figure remains standing tall.
"Not dead?"
Silver Moon Great Venerable looks pale, his demeanor dispirited.
Though he fears death, the strike just now... he truly gave it his all.
Nearly fifty percent of his blood qi was expended in that strike of "Blood Moon Devouring."
If it doesn't succeed, it results in death.
It's a shame.
That strike was fierce, yet didn't claim Ling Chenzi's life. The blood mist and dust are blown away by the wind, and the Great True Master still stands in the pit.
At this moment, Ling Chenzi is in a state of unprecedented "disarray."
The composure he maintained for nearly a hundred years is gone.
The Daoist Crown is shattered.
His clothes are also torn.
