If it was anyone else who was experiencing Wen Xuanyu’s current condition, they would definitely first sit down to adjust their breathing.

The past few days of muscle pain were still easy to recover from, but under his current state where his body was already approaching its limit, if he ended up creating internal injuries because of his agitation, then that would be much more troublesome, if he didn’t recover well, it would easily leave behind traces unfavorable for cultivation. However, because he was always arrogant, it instead made him stick out his chest with even greater force.

While forcefully enduring the rage and tearing pain, holding back the bloody taste in his mouth, his body that originally had difficulties even walking, he began to cough, taking a step into this overcast hall where the rear gate had already been shut, the spears returned to their original positions.

Weng!

A black spear shot out from the square-shaped stone hole, but Wen Xuanyu couldn’t even block this very first black spear. It smashed into his body.

He fell heavily onto the ground.

“I… definitely… won’t admit defeat!”

However, he shouted this from his throat, body staggering as he stood up once more. He threw aside the black mace in his hands, continuing forward.

Pa!

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