Yu Wenjing's skin shimmered with a black gold sheen, and the vague outline of a Qilin Dragon Pattern could be faintly discerned on his body. He clenched his teeth tightly, managing to withstand the piercing strikes, but still, his flesh was ripped apart, and blood flowed profusely.
Yu Wenjing had risen to the Secret Realm not long ago. Although his Divine Body was ranked fourteenth—the Obsidian Scale Body—it still fell two levels short of the Ghost Ridge Palace's Elder. The Elder's wave of attacks carried the damage of three properties, and while Yu Wenjing was able to hold his own, he was slightly outmatched. This alone was sufficient proof of his strength.
"Brother Yu Wen, be careful."
"Brother Yu Wen, I'm here to lend you a hand."
On the battlefield, Mo Shiyao and Xiao Guanglian shouted out; they had gone patrolling together and had stumbled upon the surprise attack by Ghost Ridge Palace.
