"Outwardly, they attack me with the 'Sunrise Saber,' trying to confuse me."
"Inwardly, it's one slash after another, but they are infused with foreign internal energy, invading my body as our blades clash!"
Yan Chuan circulated a breath of 'Purple Mist Inner Power' throughout his body, and he sensed that his originally pure 'Purple Mist Inner Power' had somehow been infiltrated by threads of foreign internal energy.
The threads were distinct and varied.
Counting carefully, there were as many as thirteen types—
"Fiery, masculine, feminine, icy, ..."
Thirteen types!
All different!
But they all shared a common trait: they couldn't be expelled, dissolved, subdued, or suppressed, like maggots gnawing at one's bones, persistent and relentless.
At this moment, these thirteen types of foreign internal energy were steadily eroding Yan Chuan's pure energy, attempting to bolster themselves.
"What a vicious skill!"
Yan Chuan raised an eyebrow.
