Chapter 566: 466: Truths of the Past, The Pain of a Severed Arm_2
Bang!
The tremendous force compressed the air, blasting open myriad straight, fine lines.
The ground caved in as well, the monk’s face slightly changed, feeling numbness in his palm, his Zen Staff quivering uncontrollably, his legs remaining still as he was forced to retreat over ten meters across the ground. Deep trenches were left in his wake, and the once-clean black shoes and white socks were now stained with sticky soil.
Ban Poluo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, reaching up to touch it, he found fresh blood on his fingertips.
His expression slightly unsightly, the strike just now—if he hadn’t instinctively raised his head to dodge—might have left his head fallen on the ground. Although for a Descender, such injuries were far from fatal, being battered to this extent by a junior he had looked down upon was quite an embarrassment.
In front of Ban Poluo.
Lilith’s long hair dispersed in the howling wind, her body bathed in a layer of black flames.
Long legs and a slender waist, coupled with her stern features, she resembled Death God walking on earth, growing more valiant as the battle intensified, fully immersed in the fight before her, her similarly blood-colored pupils cold, void of any human emotion.
"I admit I made a mistake earlier, I underestimated you somewhat. But such an oversight won’t happen again."