"Puff, puff, puff..."
Lv Zhong once again spat blood and retreated wildly, retreating directly into the midst of his own Insect Army.
The Light Martial Emperor, Ye Wushang, showed a hint of paleness on his face and retreated twenty thousand kilometers, also unable to restrain himself from coughing up a mouthful of golden divine blood.
"How... how formidable, Peerless Lv Zhong, this Divine Emperor hasn't been injured in hundreds of millions of years, yet I never expected to be injured by your attack today. You can be proud of yourself..." Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, his eyes were filled with rising murderous intent.
"Each of us has our own situation! This is the first time I, Lv Zhong, have been forced to use all of my trump cards since ascending to the Immortal Realm!" Lv Zhong replied with a cool face.
This statement immediately dealt another blow to the heart of the Light Martial Emperor, Ye Wushang.