Won’t Even Retreat In Death

One of Prince Black Li's claws had been stabbed by the Abyss Ancient Sword earlier. It was still bleeding.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen charge over, fear filled Prince Black Li's eyes. Even Prince White Li couldn't suppress Zhang Ruochen. How could Prince Black Li fend off Zhang Ruochen with his cultivation?

He retreated hurriedly, but his speed was very slow. It was like a snail crawling.

"Die."

Sword light shone from Zhang Ruochen's fingers, stabbing toward Prince Black Li's forehead.

Green light rushed out of Prince Black Li, making his body glitter like jade. It was completely different from before.

When Zhang Ruochen's fingers crashed against the green light, it created a crisp sound like hitting a metal stone. Prince Black Li flew back, hitting the pillar on the left of the stone bridge. Specks of green light fell down from him.

"You indeed have a powerful defensive treasure inside you," Zhang Ruochen said.