Wan Ming was struck by the terrifying sword light, his body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and he spat blood wildly from his mouth, as his entire being flew backward like a kite with a broken string for hundreds of zhang.
The protective flame armor was completely shattered, turning into sparks that scattered into the vast air.
A horrific wound appeared on his chest, the flesh flipped outward, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly dyeing a large part of his clothes red.
Fortunately, despite suffering such a heavy blow, Wan Ming did not injure his vital points and retained the ability to continue fighting.
"Just a little bit... just a bit more!"
Wan Ming steadied himself and laughed heartily to the sky, his tone unexpectedly filled with delight.
"Alas, in the end... I still couldn't protect the sect..."
Seeing that his last trump card could not kill Wan Ming, Yun Chengzi sighed helplessly.
