The Pen That Can't Fly

In the twenty-seventh year of Hong Guang, the allied forces of seven nations invaded the Great Blue Dynasty.
Rifled muskets, mortars, and armored vehicles combined into a steel tide, were ultimately shattered by the Great Blue's armored cavalry.
Muscle, magic, firearms, cannons... the new and the old powers continuously collided.
In an era of great strife, Li Fei, with the help of a Ten Thousand Blood Bead, gradually became an existence akin to a BOSS:
'Is this the extent of your damage? You haven't even taken off one-thousandth of my health.'
'You don't think this is enough to kill me, do you?'
'Don't rush, the second phase is up next!'
......

This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick!

Zhao Yu rushed forward, intending to capture Li Fei alive.


Suddenly, an invisible fluctuation burst out from the red mist ahead, striking Zhao Yu instantly.


The spiritual power Zhao Yu had vested in his clone trembled, plunging him into a boundless sea of blood.


Being a Great Mage in the Possession Stage, his resistance to magic was naturally extremely high, and he knew how to quickly break such spells. Thus, although the magic was powerful, it was not enough to defeat him.


What was truly fatal was that at this moment, Zhao Yu only had a portion of his spiritual power invested in his clone, and this spiritual power was diminishing with each use; once it was completely depleted, his life would be over!


Thus, this magical attack was like 'true damage' to Zhao Yu, striking him with both shock and fear.


Once Zhao Yu regained his senses, a tall figure burst out from the red mist, charging at him with a strong gust of wind.


Chapter 128: Severing Paths and Taking Lives_2