Faced with this streak of light as fast as lightning, the "White Eagle" exuded an eerie and oppressive aura.
Within the suppression of that field, his entire being emitted a dark and numb energy; his charred head remained rigid, while the eyeballs in his sockets twitched slightly, resembling two decayed yellow pearls.
[Demon] took the initiative to attack. A seemingly unremarkable punch, ordinary like an old man's tai chi movement.
Yet it was extremely strange.
So fast, so fast that in the instant Lu Yuan could perceive it, he was already struck.
This speed even surpassed Lu Yuan's spatial teleportation ability.
At the opponent's fingertip, an eerie black glow appeared.
This black glow charged directly forward, forcing its way into Lu Yuan's arm.
His arm began to age; in just an instant, it seemed to have endured thousands of years!
