Unprecedented.

In the darkness, water vapor filled the air, and everything was noisy.

The radiance of the spell technique shone continuously, but it was quickly extinguished after a brief flash.

Zhongkui yueji retreated as he fought. He was already gasping for breath. His injuries were too severe and he was not in his best condition. Furthermore, he had lost his storage bag. The only thing he could replenish was the bottle of healing pills that ning Wuye had given him. He had used it all up.

The foreign kinds that he was facing now all had powerful auras and unpredictable methods. Even at his peak, he would have to avoid such an encirclement.

BOOM!

Not long after, final sunflower thorn was hit by a black light and was instantly sent flying. For a moment, his skin was split open and his flesh was torn, his blood and flesh a mess.

The three pillar Immortals 'voice rang in his ears again, " "Since you're the successor of the righteous path, we'll give you one last chance."