Fu Yanxi frowned, his lips and teeth trembling as he tried to pull out the sword, insert it into his body and continuously absorb his spiritual energy.
The shadow that was originally under the moonlight gradually faded. Theo Xiao looked at Fu Yanxi's embarrassed appearance, and the smile on his face was particularly creepy.
He gently wiped the blood off his cheek. Fu Yanxi's trembling body was slowly disappearing in the moonlight.
Fu Yanxi held his breath and glared at Theo Xiao fiercely. He was trembling with pain. This sword had been worshipped by Theo Xiao for a thousand years.
Fu Yanxi gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. He caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground from the corner of his eye. His arm was slowly disappearing, and his outline was gradually becoming unclear.
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