"Ha... ha..." Blood flowed from the wound that had split open on his forehead, sliding down along the scar to the edge of Li Huowang's gasping mouth. Then it dripped from his lips onto his scorched chin, finally falling to the ground, slowly soaking into the cracked earth.
At this moment, Li Huowang's situation was truly grim. Whether it was the Talismans, the Spinal Bone Sword that could slash open historical rifts, the Copper Coin Sword that banished evil, or the Purple Age Sword that cut through iron like mud—none of them had any effect before this Dragon Vein.
Even more crucially, not even the Divine Skills of the Sitting Oblivion Path, or the previously unfavorable Ao Jing Cultivation Technique, had any impact on them.
He had been in this insane world for so long, but it was the first time Li Huowang had encountered such a thorny existence.
