C984 Red Diremonster (1/2)

As the terrifying power of the self-detonation of the blood-colored battle lance spread out, no one dared to approach it. The entire area seemed to be extremely quiet.

At this moment, within a radius of ten miles in this area, there was only the existence of the mysterious person.

His hand moved towards the broken sword that was quietly lying on the ground and lightly guided it.

Swish!

Immediately, the broken sword flew towards his palm.

Just as he held the broken sword in his hand, the mysterious person actually let out a mournful and terrified cry. With a backhand, he threw the broken sword out.

In that instant, thirty percent of the vast energy within his body was instantly devoured.

This 30% was no small amount for him.

But now, it had been devoured in a split-second. This scene caused everyone to feel inexplicable shock in their hearts.

”Dammit, why is this broken sword so terrifying?” It can actually absorb my power by itself. Furthermore, I immediately threw it away. If I did not, wouldn't I have been sucked dry by it? ”

The mysterious man looked at the broken sword with fear still lingering in his heart. For a moment, his eyes were filled with uncertainty; he did not dare to touch the broken sword again.

”Why don't you try using my clan's Precious Battle Soldiers …”

Thinking of this, the mysterious man brought the blood-shrouded Battle Soldier, whose shape could not be seen, closer to the broken sword.

Swoosh!

Who would have thought that the blood-colored soldier in his hand would actually tremble the moment it got close to the broken sword and quickly flew out. During this period of time, even the mysterious person was unable to control the blood-colored soldier and allowed it to escape.

”This... ”This …”

He himself was fine, but the blood-red weapon in his hand was a Precious Battle Soldiers of his clan, how could he be afraid of this broken sword to such an extent?

The mysterious man felt great fear and did not dare to try to obtain the broken sword again.

”This broken sword is fine for those with weak cultivations, but for those with sage realm cultivation, it is a terrifying existence …” ”It seems like I can't bring this back, or else something big might happen …”

The mysterious person muttered to himself. He once again sized up this seemingly unadorned and ordinary broken sword. He no longer dared to rashly try to touch it.

He stayed where he was for a while, before summoning his blood-colored battle weapon and disappearing into thin air.

After the mysterious person left, there was no more sound coming from this place. Aside from the ground, there was only a broken sword lying there silently.

Time flowed by, and soon it was night in this West Lingshan Desert.

Daytime alternated, and the place turned from scorching hot to abnormally cold.

The cold here was something that even a middle stage lustrous Realm cultivator would find hard to endure for long.

Naturally, there weren't many people who could make it here.

When night fell and the sky turned dark, about one hundred and fifty meters away from the broken sword, there was a strange movement in the air. A figure with an abnormally weak aura appeared.

This person was a young man clad in black. His complexion was as pale as paper, as if he had just caught a serious illness.

”Cough cough …”

The young man coughed dryly as pieces of broken internal organs flew out from his mouth along with blood.

After spitting out the black blood, his complexion turned slightly better.