บท 2074: The Most Perfect Immortal Cultivator!

Li Jialing ran crazily in the cold pathway. The wounds all over his body covered him completely like weird stripes.

On the pathway behind him, there was nothing but remnants of blood and flesh, like the alimentary canal of a primeval beast.

"He's there. Stop him now!"

"It's dangerous. Don't engage rashly. Open fire!"

The Immortal Cultivators' roars of surprise and fury were echoing both far and near. The enemy's attacks were not limited to anesthetics anymore but smashing at him overwhelmingly with all kinds of most dangerous aggressive magical equipment.

Boom!

One of the rays exploded on the young man's chest brutally, knocking him to a ground after a tremble and making him dodge three flying swords that were darting at him from his back.