Chương 388: Chapter 387 Eighth-Order Angel Potion

"What? Frost Desolation has vomited blood?"

"What's happening? He was clearly dominating the fight, right?"

This sudden turn of events left the Fallen Angels bewildered.

During the recent battle, Frost Desolation held an overwhelming advantage, his ten-meter sword aura seemed unstoppable, and with each collision, Wang Dadong would be sent flying dozens of meters away.

Just as victory seemed assured, Frost Desolation suddenly coughed up blood.

What exactly was happening? Everyone was puzzled and couldn't understand why.

In fact, the reason was quite simple, Frost Desolation wasn't a Saint, he was only a Semi-Saint, relying on the ancient weapon to burst forth with Slaughtering Sage strength.

But after all, he was not a Saint and did not have a Sacred Body. With so many fierce collisions, it was natural that his body couldn't withstand it.