He was now completely panicked, instinctively swimming upwards, desperately hoping to break the surface for a breath.
Even at the cost of self-destructing his Spiritual Power and Origin Power, his strength increased dramatically.
Ignoring the blood flowing from pierced wounds on his chest and back, with a slash of his sword and a push of his feet, he shot upwards like an arrow, hundred meters high.
But how could Fang Che let him escape like this?
Take your life while you're ill.
Junlin Nine Forms, First Form.
Whish!
In the black water, turning into a bolt of lightning, Bei Mingxin's Divine Sense fully detected and monitored, sensing attacks, desperately defending with his sword.
Clang clang clang...
Utilizing the force of the shock, Bei Mingxin would rather have more holes on his body, but still accelerated upwards.
Fang Che was once again repelled.
