Feeling intense pain and the imminent crisis before him, Fang Yan Yu instantly broke away from Chen Yu's Nine Bone Demon Spirit Sword and retreated dozens of steps.
At this moment, both his forearms had wide wounds that had pierced through, and the flesh and bones around the wounds were beginning to blacken, as if poisoned.
Under these circumstances, his arms were almost useless; he no longer had the qualifications to battle with Chen Yu.
He still couldn't believe that Chen Yu's attack just now was so formidable; it was simply unstoppable!
But Chen Yu was merely in the Late Guiyuan Realm of a lesser domain; all of this was too irrational, simply defying common sense.
Of course, now was not the time to think about these things.
His hands were almost ruined; he could no longer continue fighting with Chen Yu.
Escape was his only option.
Swish!
Fang Yan Yu glanced at Chen Yu with complicated eyes and turned to run.
