One after another, swirling vortexes of slaughter swept forth, instantly drenching Huo Zhuo in bursts of blood mist.
Huo Zhuo paid no heed to his injuries.
He knew full well that if he were caught in those slaughtering vortexes, even as a Divine Monarch, death would be inevitable.
Thud! A spatial spike pierced through the edge of Huo Zhuo’s dantian.
Feeling his divine essence stagnate, he actually sighed in relief.
At the cost of this injury, he had finally broken free from the slaughtering vortex and landed in a safe spot.
Not daring to linger, Huo Zhuo knew the vortex would drag him back in if he stayed.
He swiftly unleashed several fist winds to probe the surroundings, identifying the hidden killing formations before charging toward what he believed was a safe path.
Before he had gone more than a few zhang, a chilling sense of death prickled his scalp.
Huo Zhuo realized he had chosen wrong again.
Boom! Massive boulders came crashing down.
Huo Zhuo was certain this was an illusion formation—but illusions didn’t mean the boulders weren’t real.