"A Tier Three Martial Spirit from our Martial Soul Hall is still so much weaker than a human, after all..."
Watching Bing Tuo, who was now at a complete disadvantage in the valley below, Mu couldn't help but sigh and mutter to himself.
He had personally witnessed Chu Qingyun taking a severe beating when facing a human Tier Three Martial Spirit, forced to rely on an elixir to survive.
And yet, facing Chu Qingyun, Bing Tuo—also a Tier Three Martial Spirit—was the one being completely suppressed.
A Secret Technique, Sword Momentum, an elixir, a Spiritual Treasure... if Bing Tuo had possessed any one of these, he could have reversed the tide of battle.
Unfortunately, Bing Tuo had none of them!
'He must be reaching his limit.'
After watching for another moment, Mu murmured to himself again.
Down in the valley, under Chu Qingyun's increasingly ferocious assault, Bing Tuo's defense grew more and more difficult, leaving him stretched perilously thin.
"Dammit, get away from me!"
