Blood constantly spilled from the old man's mouth.
His body collapsed onto the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
Just moments ago, a wisp of his spiritual consciousness had appeared at the summit. He had fully believed that this single trace of consciousness would be enough to suppress and destroy his opponent. Never had he imagined that a single strike from the other party would not only instantly obliterate that consciousness, but also travel directly along the spiritual imprint to strike his true physical body.
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