This strike was overwhelmingly domineering, kicking Ye Chen into the clouds. Blood surged from every inch of his body, and his spine felt as though it were about to shatter. He was all too aware that the power of the Evil Demon was a form of binding curse, specifically designed to counter the Saint Body; once ensnared, one would be fettered, struggling in vain to break free.
The Evil Demon’s speed was uncanny. With a single step, he closed the distance as if shrinking the earth, looming over Ye Chen and slamming a palm down.
Puff! Puff! Ye Chen vomited blood, tumbling through the void. With every roll, a spray of blood splattered the air. His sacred flesh was being stripped away layer by layer, exposing his ghastly white bones, which cracked and splintered in the wake of the assault.
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