Quiomars’ attacks were too fast.
Moreover, Lord Samsong had endured constant torture in the formation, throwing him off mentally. As a result, he could not detect Quiomars. Thus, he had no idea who or what was sneaking up on him.
After sustaining such a grievous injury, he could feel his life force slowly seeping away. He used whatever strength he had to stay awake, but it took a massive toll on him. For now, he could still hang on. However, despite being a Ninth Stage Lord, he would eventually die in the formation if he could not escape his predicamenr.
After Quiomars struck, the lingering souls in the formation emerged. They turned into black mist and surrounded Lord Samsong. Their sinister power began to corrode Lord Samsong’s body and soul. Already critically injured, Lord Samsong could not continue to endure even more damage.
He sensed his soul slowly fading away.
Lord Samsong cursed. “Damn it!!!”
Summoning his remaining power, he blasted away the lingering souls. Just this one move consumed a lot of his strength. He sprawled out on the ground and panted heavily. He had to leave as soon as possible, or else he would really die in this place.
However, the cracked formation still stood in his way. Although it was damaged, it was still powerful, and capable of preventing his escape.
After repelling the lingering souls, Quiomars reappeared beside him. The Divine Cow showed no mercy and unleashed terrifying power. Even though Lord Samsong was a Ninth Stage Lord, he could not deflect the attack and his injuries multiplied. He wanted to fight back but could not locate his enemy.
“Argh!!!” Lord Samsong let out an infuriated growl. However, his torment did not end. Quiomars continuously gave him more deep wounds.
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