Life on The Line
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Arhat Fist Force blasted forward rapidly, with the strong force appearing to have been warped away moments after coming into contact with Hell's Gate. It was as if half its power had been absorbed.
Whoosh!
The sea water beside the gate boiled instantly and a huge storm of spiritual energy emerged from it again. A roar was even produced as the sea became unstable and the waves became turbulent.
"DIE!"
The old man's expression changed suddenly and his voice contained the peak of killing intent. Those silken threads suddenly thrust forward in a straight line, piercing toward Ye Lingchen like a sword.
Ye Lingchen leaned to the side and managed to avoid the danger at the last minute. However, one of the threads had struck him and injured his left arm. The wound felt extremely hot, almost like it was being roasted by fire.
Other than his arm, his calf had also suffered a bloody cut.