Di Yuan staggered backward, his arms trembling. His thumb and forefinger had been split open, and his bones were broken. Blood spurted out, dyeing his clothes red and the void beneath his feet red. He staggered and almost fell off the cloud.
Puff!
Ye Chen didn’t feel good either. Although he had blocked di Yuan’s sword, he had suffered a backlash. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered a few steps before he could steady himself. Di Yuan’s ferocity was even more bizarre than before. That Big Black Cauldron had endless devouring power, his origin and profound qi were rapidly dissipating, and were being devoured inch by inch.
Di Yuan’s hair was disheveled, and his face was Savage. He walked over step by step, and his appearance was extremely miserable. His entire body was covered in blood, and every scar was pitch-black. There was also a strange aura lingering around his body, it wanted to destroy him.