Xie Luo’s head had actually been cut off by Long Chen. His head was flying through the air and screaming.

“Damnit, I missed.” Long Chen felt like his head was about to split. He was past his limit. Just now, he had been aiming to pierce right through Xie Luo’s head, but he had ended up striking the neck instead.

If Long Chen had struck Xie Luo right in the head, he would have had a fifty percent chance of controlling his Yuan Spirit. However, he had failed.

Taking a deep breath, Long Chen was about to make up for his missed attack when one of the Corrupt path’s elders flew over, smashing a palm at him.

Long Chen instinctively raised his saber to block and was sent smashing back like a shooting star, crashing into the ground. 

He coughed up blood. He felt like the world was spinning around him. He was about to collapse.

“Long Chen, hand over your life!”

Just at this moment, Xie Luo came charging over. The Black Illusion...