Bright Temple of the Immortal Realm

"Activate the protective shield!"

Yunlu retreated repeatedly, unwilling to confront the fine rain of attacks head-on.

Ordering his subordinates to activate the protective shield of the flying boat, Yunlu also drew out his own protective artifact.

In an instant, the fine rain descended. It effortlessly passed through the protective shield and then the protective artifact, finally landing on the bodies of the Divine Grace Sect death servants one by one, each drop hitting with pinpoint accuracy.

Despite the rain surrounding him, Yunlu felt no harm. He paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Scared me for a moment there, thought it was some formidable attack, turns out it's nothing but this."

"Cough, something seems amiss..."

Yunlu's smile abruptly halted as he coughed violently, spitting out bright red blood! He felt numb all over—body and soul. In the next moment, a surge of sword intent exploded.