"Zhang Ruochen, if you lose the power of your martial soul, how can you escape from my grasp this time? Haha!"

Hua Qingye chased after him from behind. Blood was flowing out from his chest. He seemed completely unaware of the pain. He stared at Zhang Ruochen with venomous eyes and said sternly: "If you don't tell me the location of that ancient cave, I will let you see it."

The ten tortures of the black market, see if you can stand it?"

Originally, Hua Qingye was seriously injured, but in order to pursue Zhang Ruochen, he did not stop to heal his injuries.

Now, his injuries were getting worse, but he didn't notice it. He just wanted to ask for the location of the ancient cave immediately.

With a trace of blood hanging from the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth, he let out a long laugh and said: "Hua Qingye, if you don't heal your injuries, I'm afraid your cultivation will regress."

Although his martial soul was injured, Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy and fighting spirit.

"As long as I can suppress a junior like you, what if my cultivation regresses?" Hua Qingye said.

"Based on your current state, do you still want to suppress me?"

"What? You are still not convinced and want to continue fighting?"

Hua Qingye was very aware of Zhang Ruochen's current state. Without the power of his martial soul, Zhang Ruochen was like an ant in front of him. He could crush him to death with just one finger.

"call!"

A cold wind with the smell of blood blew from a distance and blew over the bodies of Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye.

Strange things happen.

In the woods not far away, a blood-red mist filled the air, pouring in from all directions.

The blood mist kept puffing out and became thicker and thicker, blocking people's sight.
Chapter completed!