A streak of Blood Light tore through the night sky, landing at the border between Heavenly Mansion and Demon Palace.
"Finally made it back!" Fang Xuan's figure appeared, and he stumbled, almost unable to stand firm, then collapsed to the ground.
Compared to his prime, he had become emaciated, looking almost like a paper-thin figure.
The Blood Sword Escape, such a secret technique, was indeed reliable for saving one's life, but the price for each use was terrifyingly high.
After performing the technique, each one of the myriad blood swords, which carried a part of his consciousness, could be considered his Blood and Flesh Avatar.
Had these blood swords remained intact and unharmed, Fang Xuan would only suffer weakness for a few days before recovering.
However, this was merely the best-case scenario, which was virtually impossible under normal circumstances.