However, it was futile.
He soon felt a wave of nausea and involuntarily squatted on the ground, vomiting profusely.
Magic backlash!
—He couldn't devour the other party either!
Seizing the moment, Wu Xiaode couldn't help but glance at the Book of the Dead.
On its pages, the card "World Tree's Heir" shimmered faintly.
Used twice already.
Still one more use left.
Then—
Let's enhance that sword technique.
That sword strike had transcended understanding, capable of killing even the monster in the dream.
Dealing with this blind man shouldn't be a problem!
With this thought, a surge of murderous intent spontaneously arose in Wu Xiaode.
But then, the old blind man vomited for a while, took a breath, and suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Truly Purgatory Demon King, even my magic is no match for you, excellent, excellent, you are indeed a master of the same level as I am," he said.
Wu Xiaode was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized.
