Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6723 Not Killed
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- A brutal battle is taking place in a valley, marked by a golden flow of blood.
- Zi’er is repeatedly defeating Jin Wuhao, who then revives to full strength.
- Onlookers are in despair, witnessing Zi’er’s diminishing spiritual power against Jin Wuhao’s resilience.
Three Murders, Five Murders, Seven Murders
The valley resounded with the sound of clanking metal, one brutal crash after another.
The golden blood flowed and dried, dried and flowed again, dyeing the entire open space a dark golden color, reflecting a sinister luster under the light.
The devil cultivators and divine cultivators watching the battle were first shocked, then numb, then afraid, and finally almost fainted from confusion.
Some people started to sob softly, some held their heads, and some fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
The once haughty divine race elites and the once stubborn devil cultivators were now like puppets whose souls had been taken away, watching Golden Crow Hao continuously die and be resurrected.
Seeing the woman in purple who was increasingly exhausted but still determined, their hearts were filled with emptiness.
Zi’er’s energy was quickly drained. His movements started to slow down, each swing of his sword showing a little more hesitation compared to the previous swing.
His breathing began to become more rapid, and his chest rose and fell more violently;
The light in his purple eyes slowly dimmed, and the deep purple color was replaced by a hazy tiredness.
Every time he finished off Jin Wuhao, he needed to use more strength. After each kill, his spiritual power would decrease. And every time Jin Wuhao was resurrected, he was as strong as when he was at the peak of his power.
12th kill.
As Zi’er withdrew the purple longsword from Jin Wuhao’s chest, her arm trembled slightly.
Fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, reflecting the light in her long purple hair.
His breathing became heavy and rapid, each breath bringing with it a puff of white mist. He had exhausted more than 80% of his spiritual power, and the Daoist energy within his body was like a spring that was almost dry, with only a little remaining.
After being resurrected by the golden light, Jin Wuhao once again stood before him unharmed.