Struggling to steady his form, Lu Ye felt his blood Qi churning, a sweet taste in his throat, his mouth full of the scent of blood.
Looking ahead, his expression was grave, for despite enduring the explosion power of four drops of Treasure Blood, the Insect Race creature showed no sign of damage!
The opponent clearly had Dao force for protection.
The prolonged battle had made the Insect Race extremely impatient, and he gritted his teeth, growling low: "Damn garbage, why are you so stubborn? Wouldn't it be better to die obediently?"
He had never suffered such a setback before any ordinary stellar space cultivator; after battling against strong foes previously, his Dao force was already depleted, and after a fierce fight with Lu Ye and Jiu Yan, his Dao force was nearly exhausted.
