Yue Hongling knew that while Shi Wuding appeared much stronger than that blood bubble—after all, what could a bubble possibly do?—Shi Wuding’s so-called Eternal Sword Body was not perfect.0

At this point, Shi Wuding was still in a severely injured state. His body was in such a mess that his face was unrecognizable. Meanwhile, although she had been injured the day before, her wounds were far lighter than Zhao Changhe’s, and after a night’s rest, she was at least capable of fighting. At this moment, their strengths were relatively comparable.0

On the other hand, the blood bubble posed a much more severe threat to her in particular. When Yue Hongling was touched by its blood qi, it felt like her life was withering away—a crushing, overwhelming power that was simply on a different level altogether.0

This was not merely the power of something at the third layer of the Profound Mysteries; it was the power of a god or demon at the Profound Control Realm. Even if it was severely injured or damaged, it was still far stronger than them.0

Yesterday, they had the corpse demon to hold it back, but today? How was Zhao Changhe planning to handle it?0

Initially, Zhao Changhe thought that dealing with this blood bubble would be rather straightforward. Yesterday, they relied on the corpse demon; today, they were fighting over the Heavenly Tome with the blind woman by their side. Was that not enough to absolutely crush this thing? He figured...0