She was dressed in a Taoist robe, the sleeves rolled up, with one hand held upright.
As Wu Xiaode rushed forward, she consecutively changed through seven or eight Martial Arts Secret Skills, finally choosing one to meet the enemy.
Their figures flickered, fists and legs launching together.
The sound of air exploding around them was continuous and unremitting.
In a single breath's time.
They had already fought seventy to eighty rounds, both proving to be on equal footing.
Suddenly a burst of Golden Light flared from the fingers of the Mother of All Things, taking advantage of Wu Xiaode's old move, and directly blasted him flying away.
Wu Xiaode flew through the air for several tens of meters, braced himself with one hand on the ground, flipped over, and landed lightly, standing firm.
"You're already bleeding, human,"
the Mother of All Things taunted.
Wu Xiaode looked up at the health bars of both parties.
He indeed had been hit by a magic, losing three blocks of health.
