He immediately raised his spear and attacked the figure clothed in black, faintly emitting chilling and terrifying auras, trying to save the senior.
However, it was already too late.
The black palm had landed on the young man's chest, instantly sending him flying.
"Senior!" Jiang Polu cried out in alarm, rushing forward to help the young man up.
Blood spurted wildly from the young man's mouth, clearly indicating he had been severely injured.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Polu asked anxiously.
"I'm fine... cough cough..." the young man shook his head, but blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
"How could this be? The enemy's cultivation is the same as the senior's, so how could the senior be so gravely injured with just one strike?" Jiang Polu was stunned, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"There is something wrong with that person..."
