"Hmph!"
Bai Ziyue groaned softly, but his war saber did not halt at all.
Thud!
A head soared into the sky.
The pervasive wind blade in the void gradually dissipated and then completely vanished.
"Finally dead. My master's revenge can be considered avenged."
Glancing at Daoist Wutong lying silent on the ground, Bai Ziyue let out a long breath and showed a hint of relief and ease.
He had truly exerted all his strength in this battle.
Not only did he use every means at his disposal, but even his Spiritual Power was heavily depleted. Out of the eight thousand paths of Spiritual Power, fewer than three thousand remained, leaving him feeling a sense of emptiness.
But concerning the outcome, this level of depletion was insignificant. Bai Ziyue temporarily did not pay much attention to it.
Because immediately, he felt a stinging pain on his back.
It seemed as though a sharp aura continued to damage his physical body, preventing his wounds from closing and healing.
