The shadowy figures in the Slaughter Space grew more numerous, their strength now approaching the Spiritual Spring Second Layer. Even Ye Wushuang began to feel the pressure.
For two straight days, he hadn't rested.
The moment he showed any sign of slowing down to catch his breath, the vicious figures would charge, their cruel sabers landing mercilessly upon his body.
Despite possessing a Treasure Body, Ye Wushuang could barely withstand the onslaught. His clothes were soaked in blood, reeking of its pungent, metallic scent.
Fortunately, his Cultivation was advancing, and his various Combat Skills were being honed to perfection. His World Destruction had reached the Great Success stage, and his Heavenly Concealing Hand was approaching it.
BUZZ!
Crimson Saber Qi crisscrossed through the air, tearing apart the figures that charged at him.
Then, as if exhausted, the figures rapidly retreated into the darkness.
Ye Wushuang was taken aback for a moment. 'What's going on?'
