The Undying Old Demon's expression was shaken. He desperately channeled his True Qi. A surging crimson light coalesced around him, forming a Blood Shield that enveloped his entire body.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
Innumerable strands of sword qi rained down upon the Blood Shield. Like moths to a flame, they shattered upon impact. However, the Undying Old Demon's shield rapidly dimmed, clearly unable to withstand many more hits.
"Master! It can't hold on much longer!" Ling Zhen cried out, his face etched with anxiety.
The Undying Old Demon's face sank. He knew very well he couldn't hold out. He had underestimated Mei Fangzhi, never expecting the latter to have actually reached the Half-Saint Realm. This was far beyond my calculations.
However, Ling Zhen's panicked cry seemed to remind the Undying Old Demon of something. With a sudden snatch of his hand, he seized Ling Zhen by the throat.
