Deep underground, in a certain cave mansion, the blood in the blood pool kept twisting.
Finally, a blood-red figure slowly emerged from the blood pool.
As its face became clear, it surprisingly took on the appearance of Li Motian.
Trying hard to escape from the blood pool, Li Motian fell to the ground, unable to stand up for a while.
His aura was incredibly weak, no longer possessing the strength of the Golden Core Realm.
However, Li Motian could no longer worry about these things.
At this moment, his heart was filled only with terror.
"Who exactly is that person?"
Li Motian recalled the sword point of Lu Qing, his heart and spirit still trembled, as if the sword intent that could sever everything still lingered at his brow.
Since acquiring the power of the demon path, he never thought he would suffer such a bitter defeat at the hands of a cultivator of the same Golden Core Realm.
More importantly, he could feel it.
