The daylight seemed like night, ink-colored clouds covered the sky, and through the gap that Sword Master Yu had previously slashed open, one could faintly see swift clouds pressing low over the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb, surging and rolling. Taking advantage of the violent wind, chaotic phenomena suddenly raced across the sky.
In a secluded snowy mountain forest, Lv Zhuang, wrapped in blood vessels, was heavily thrown to the ground.
Blood vessels, like tubes, crazily absorbed the essence blood from Lv Zhuang's body, with thin red threads drilling incessantly into him like tentacles.
Lv Zhuang, unaware of what was happening outside, could only faintly hear the whistling wind outside the dense wall-like blood vessels.
His body ached to the point of numbness, the evil power rushing violently into his meridians almost made his body explode, yet he could feel his internal organs, spiritual power, and essence blood depleting at an astounding rate.
