“I won’t die just yet. However, I will need to rest up for a bit in order to recover. If the other party had put just a little more power behind the attack, it would have torn me to pieces. I should thank that fellow.” After saying that, Chen Feng fell on his chest as he gasped for breath.

“It is not because they held back. Rather, it is due to your luck. You are just blessed,” said Ye Ziming with a wry smile.

The three of them were either lying on the sword or seated down. A see-through hole the size of a bowl could be seen on Lu Ta’s shoulder. Ye Ziming’s body was stained with blood and his flesh hung down. As for Chen Feng, he laid on the surface of the sword, incapable of moving at all. All three of them were in an extremely wretched state.

Back when Chen Feng was utilizing the Overwhelming Astral Sword to drill underground, he had been struck by the rain-like attacks from his enemies. Even though the Overwhelming Astral Sword was a Prized...