Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing - Chapter 57: Purple Intent (II)

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The flying daggers shot straight towards the ten soldiers forming the battle formation.

Clang, Clang, clang.

Qiao Quan's figure darted rapidly as the spear in his hand turned into a blur, deflecting each of Lin Zheyu's flying daggers one by one. After parrying more than twenty daggers in succession, his arm grew numb, and the web between his thumb and index finger split open.

What terrifying power! he thought as his arm trembled with numbness.

After several consecutive bursts, the special energy within Qiao Quan's body began to weaken, and a foreboding premonition rose in his heart. He glanced at the soldiers around him and saw that something was terribly wrong. Their faces were turning ashen-blue, their eyes were growing vacant, and they were on the verge of collapse.

The formation consumed...