1117 Chapter 1111: Round Two, Death

BOOSH!!

An even greater eruption of power exploded. A figure shot out of the elemental sphere with mind-shaking speed. 

Highlord Bluecloud!

With the light enveloping him, he was unscathed if one discounted his bulging, bloodshot eyes that exuded a type of terrifying rage that was absurdly intense. The Mystic Rune at his chest shattered into bits, sprinkling across the Dark Void beautifully. 

Instinctively, he looked towards the closed-eyed Venerable Slayingsword, untouched and undisturbed, and the surface of his shielding wasn't marred by the slightest damage. This confused him slightly. Why didn't Wei Wuyin attack him when he was preoccupied? 

Instead, Wei Wuyin remained in place without moving an inch; his silver eyes fixated on him from start to finish. There was a wisp of disappointment in his eyes, but merely for a moment, disguising it using his rousing state of rage and frustration as he focused on Wei Wuyin.