'I can't keep fighting!'
Terror seized Venerable Weimotuo's heart. Blood streamed from his shattered Golden Body, and the searing Profound Fire slithered across him like vipers.
These fire snakes, originating from Lü Yang's Dharma Body, were utterly pervasive. They bored directly through the cracks in his broken Golden Body and into his internal organs, burning them with abandon. In addition, that strange power that absorbed souls was still constantly tugging at his own Soul.
No matter how he looked at it, he was now at a complete disadvantage.
Venerable Weimotuo stood in midair, his palms pressed together. His face was contorted, as if in extreme agony and completely powerless, yet his mind was exceptionally clear.
'Should I use that Spirit Sword?'
He was waiting.
Waiting for Lü Yang to strike first, to unleash that sea-cleaving Sword Light. But he waited for a long time, and Lü Yang did not draw his sword, choosing instead to continue the stalemate.
"...Sigh!"
