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Chapter 1925: Drained at last! The blue bar hits bottom!

Chapter 1925: Chapter 1925: Drained at last! The blue bar hits bottom!

The old man with a face full of pockmarks immediately wrapped himself up with Dao runes.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of muffled noises kept emerging from the Dao runes on the surface of his body.

Casually glancing at the power of the Great Dao that erupted on his body, the pockmarked old man scoffed with disdain.

For his defense, such attacks were virtually useless.

At that moment, in a place he couldn’t see, a smile also appeared on Wang Mang’s face.

Just then, Wang Mang caught sight of Wang You nearby.

Seeing that he wasn’t helping, but instead was idly watching, Wang Mang’s expression darkened immediately.

Damn it, this guy still couldn’t kick the habit.

"You go help King Lu, I’m fine here," Wang Mang instructed him.

Upon hearing this, Wang You was momentarily stunned, then hastily transmitted his voice to ask, "What about the points...?"

Wang Mang’s mouth twitched, and he quickly transmitted back, "They still count as yours."

Upon hearing this, a light immediately appeared in Wang You’s eyes.

He then hesitated no longer and immediately departed, fearful that Wang Mang might suddenly change his mind.

Seeing him leave, Wang Mang shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, the old man was still entangled by several forces of the Great Dao, unable to move.

Of course, this was because he was willing to deplete too much of his Dao runes.

But knowing he couldn’t pose any threat to Wang Mang, he also wanted to retreat from the area.

But Wang Mang clung on tenaciously, not giving him the chance.

He intended to draw the battlefield closer to several other old men, but Wang Mang did not grant this opportunity.

He drew out the Slaughter Halberd and continually clashed with the pockmarked old man.

Although the latter had strong defenses, upon discovering that the Slaughter Halberd could absorb Dao runes, he deliberately avoided direct contact with the Slaughter Halberd.

Even so, the consumption of his Dao runes was enormous.

Half an hour passed by like this.

At this time, Dao runes lingered only around the chest and head of the pockmarked old man.

The Dao runes inside him were already scarce, unable to support the previous consumption.

Seeing this scene, a triumphant smile appeared on Wang Mang’s face.

It wouldn’t be long before he could defeat the old man.

At this moment, the latter was panting heavily, utterly disheveled.

Without a way to break through, he feared he might end up like the boss, fallen here.

Staring at Wang Mang’s slightly smiling face, a sense of helplessness flashed through his eyes.

Despite fighting for so long, he couldn’t help but marvel at the terrifying prowess of this junior, Wang Mang.

At the same time, he was somewhat puzzled.

Since they all came through the spatial domain gates left by them, these were necessarily rogue cultivators who had been driven to desperation by top forces.

Why was this person unlike those they had encountered before, so ruthless?

After all, they were in no hurry and had no grievances.

Truly speaking, they, the forerunners who left a way out for other rogue cultivator talents, deserved respect if not reverence, and shouldn’t attract such deadly malice.

He had no idea that this was just an unprovoked disaster.

For Wang Mang, there was no question of who could or couldn’t be killed, only who he wanted or didn’t want to kill.

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Staring at the old man, now somewhat intimidated, Wang Mang knew his opportunity had come.

Without hesitation, he wielded the Slaughter Halberd and struck at the old man.

Several forces of the Great Dao intertwined, flowing along the blade of the halberd.

Thud!

This strike landed on the chest of the old man, and a muffled sound followed.

Momentarily, the pockmarked old man’s complexion changed.

He knew this bizarre divine weapon would absorb his Dao runes.

But he was unable to retreat; Wang Mang would not give him that chance.