"Don't expose yourselves too much, always stay on the defensive." Qingyi instructed his wives, tightening his grip on the hilt of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.
It would be best to immediately send them to the Mind World and resolve the matter himself. However, Qingyi hesitated.
At his side, Lucien stepped forward, swinging his sword toward the man, his movement too fast for any mortal eye to follow.
The man took a single step forward.
The last three cables that still connected his body to the blood reservoir finally broke away from his back, falling to the ground with a crack and leaking blood nonstop.
The man's feet hit the golden floor, the black holes in his back slowly closing.
He moved his right hand, comically slowly.
Still, the power was terrifying.
Lucien, who was only a few feet away from him, barely had time to react. His head spun so hard that it was almost torn from his neck, a fiery red stain appearing on his face.
