Amidst the remnants of sword light, the Bloodthirsty Venerable kept getting hurt, feeling a significant energy drain from his body, unable to support recovery from his injuries.
If this continues, he would truly die—a death from which he couldn't be resurrected!
"Demon Slayer, I was wrong, spare me. As long as you're willing to let me go, I'll serve you faithfully, I'm at the half-step divine realm."
Upon hearing this, the assault halted, the blood moon once again hung upon the sky, revealing the miserable state of the Bloodthirsty Venerable.
He was left with no limbs, the spikes on his waist had been chopped off, blood flowed everywhere, and he lay on the ground with a pained and grimaced expression. The energy within him was nearly depleted, most of it absorbed by the Demon God Sword.
Tragic, unbearable to see, he was already powerless to fight again.
"Divine realm? You call that realm the divine realm?" Chen Lan spoke indifferently, indeed there are even higher realms.
