At this moment, Nie withdrew himself. Despite the surrounding space tearing and black lightning raging, the Little World instinct couldn't find him, as if he were transparent.
As time passed, the black lightning eventually dissipated.
However, the wounds here were rather severe. Although healing rapidly, the level cap of the Little World dropped considerably, enough to fall by two Realms before the wounds were healed.
And those patches of blood, barely a small portion managed to overcome the sword Qi attached to them, pulsing like living things, flew back into the wound of the Martial God Hall.
Each drop of blood was a battlefield, a battle between the Martial Dao Will and the Unrivaled Blade Intent within the blood.
Most were defeated.
However, with a gesture from the Martial God, even the blood of failure, like dead blood, was collected back by him.
The Martial Dao Will swept over, the blade intent was dispersed, recovered.
Thus, there was basically no loss.
