The sweat that Wuhen produces is not transparent and colorless, but rather slightly pink... It's sweat mixed with blood!

He wasn't sweating, he was bleeding!

Blood and sweat fell on the white clothes, and surprisingly, a black flower bloomed!

Ye Bai opened his mouth slightly, unable to hide the astonishment in his heart.

Some of the doubts in his heart were resolved at this moment.

Why does Wuhen always wear white or black clothes, only two colors?

He simply liked wearing white clothes; when he fought, the blood splattered on them, turning them black.

Most of the time, this blood belongs to the enemy.

However, this time, facing the supreme demon god, Wuhen, who chose to attack, was also quickly driven into a desperate situation.

Ye Bai stood there, watching in despair as the dark flowers bloomed, and watching in despair as the white-clad swordsman was forcibly turned into black-clad!

His white robes are stained with blood, yet he remains the Sword God!

When Wuhen, dressed in black, sheathed his sword, both sides tacitly stopped fighting.

It's not because the supreme demon god values ​​martial virtue,

However, being repeatedly downgraded was also unpleasant for Him, and the many supreme beings fused within His body began to lose control.

If Wuhen could continue hacking away for another three days and three nights, the Supreme Demon God might really be killed!

Unfortunately... Wuhen is also nearing the end of his life.

The relentless attack, each sword strike burning with life force, severely wounded the supreme demon god while also gradually killing Wuhen!

Ye Bai had never felt so desperate before; the thick clouds overhead seemed impossible to dispel.

It seemed as if dawn would never break that day.

Until... Wuhen drew his sword again!

He couldn't imagine how Wuhen could possibly leave the Supreme Abyss alive and how he could possibly defeat the Supreme Demon God in front of him and bring him down to level 1899!

What Ye Bai couldn't imagine, Wuhen could do.

He is the strongest among humans.

It's that simple.

The black-clad swordsman leaped into the air, his broken sword radiating boundless light.

Just like last time, the final blow from the strongest expert robbed Ye Bai of his vision, leaving him in complete darkness.

There was no way around it; the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. If Ye Bai were to see through this move, he would most likely go blind.

In fact, even Wuhen, who was standing next to Ye Bai, narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to look directly at the sword light.

He paused to reflect, "As expected of me."

Even at a time like this, Second Brother still can't resist boasting.

He really, I cried my eyes out.

Ye Bai heard the sound of a sword falling.

The sword move even seemed somewhat familiar.

Ye Bai felt his hands and feet turn ice cold in that instant, as if the blood in his body had frozen, and time itself had stopped.

"Watch closely!"

With a traceless strike, he stood proudly above the heavens, a slight smile playing on his lips, radiating the pride of a swordsman and the resolve to die, as he unleashed his final sword strike.

"This is my...last attempt to save the world!"