Which place is that?
Elder Rong was slightly taken aback and then suddenly realized.
So that's how it is.
…
"Puff!"
Lu Ziye suddenly flew back several hundred meters, blood staining the corners of his mouth. His body, adorned with patterns and runes, trembled slightly at this moment.
His complexion was somewhat pale, with various knife wounds on his body; the most severe was a horizontal one across his chest.
The knife wound was so deep that bone could be seen, and it bore a strange black force like a festering sore that was difficult to dispel in a short time.
"Sss!"
As he was forced to retreat, Lin Ye quickly followed suit, thrusting his spear into the ground and dragging a trail several hundred meters long, flying backwards to a spot not far from Lu Ziye.
His condition looked slightly better than Lu Ziye's. Although he too had numerous cuts, none were as severe as the one across Lu Ziye's chest.
"Cough, cough."
