Swoosh!
The blade's glow cuts through the air like a bright moon slicing the sky.
"Uh... hiss..."
Fen Jiao gasped, her vital point shattered, her entire body's Qi Blood roiling, like being subjected to a thousand cuts.
The Yangxiang Race is protected by a lifeline, invincible, but this vital point is truly detestable.
Once the vital point is struck, the Qi Blood painstakingly cultivated within is instantly upended, churning like acid, directly becoming a weapon of torment.
Suppressing this backlash requires a significant amount of energy.
The most critical part, it's genuinely painful, extremely painful, so painful it feels worse than death.
Fen Jiao gritted her teeth, wishing to swallow this ant alive.
"I can't yell, I still have to smile, yes, I must keep smiling!"
Her vital point was broken, she must endure it.
This strike must have been an accident.
This ant must have aimed for the sole of her foot but missed, hitting her vital point instead.
It must be so.
