Watching the blood gush out from Yue Jinghua's body, the Dun Qinglian Fire unable to approach, Mo Kang found a chance to catch his breath and couldn't help but laugh uproariously.
"You brat, are you scared now? It's too late for regrets."
But to his dismay, just as Mo Kang burst into loud laughter, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The blood flowing from Yue Jinghua's major artery suddenly seemed to come to life, stopping the bleeding.
The blood that had already spilled out rushed towards Mo Kang's Primordial Spirit like scattered soldiers following a command, with an imposing momentum.
The Primordial Spirit of a Dark Practitioner may seem fragile, but is in fact resilient; ordinary weapons and Dark Skill often can't harm the Primordial Spirit, and only mental-type attacks can truly kill Mo Kang.
Yue Jinghua had only cultivated mental aspects of Dark Skill for a short while; it was impossible for her to kill Mo Kang.
At that moment, however, the blood was like snow seeing the sun.
