บท 138: Chapter 138 Wounded_1

However, under the fierce attack of the raging storm, Ye Luo, despite being on the defensive, had his True Qi greatly depleted. Most importantly, his eyes had started to feel fatigued, obviously struggling to hold on for much longer, which made Ye Luo become anxious.

Bang!

Under the terrible impact of the strike, the two figures separated. Ye Luo stumbled back five or six steps, while the eyes of the black-robed Emissary flickered with a sinister gleam.

"You're forcing my hand,"

the black-robed Emissary coldly spat out, before taking out a medicinal bottle from his person, the yellow liquid inside. He downed it in one gulp, and following that, his eyes exuded a thick aura of murderous intent.

Aah!

The black-robed Emissary let out a sharp cry, and hundreds of miles away, an elder twitched his ears slightly and rushed out towards a certain direction.