The Lustful Arhat's forehead was beaded with fine sweat. His right foot, severed at the ankle, was parasitized by the Sword Sense of Time and Space, preventing it from regenerating. Yet, it didn't hinder him from standing.

A hundred meters ahead, a young man with a black silk cloth covering his eyes hung his head low, his long breaths causing his chest to rise and fall gently, still in deep slumber.

The spiritual sense of Bodhi had taken effect, dragging Meng Qingzhou into a dream.

However, the Sword Sense domain locked onto the Lustful Arhat, preventing him from advancing even an inch. Any slight movement reminded him of the fate of his severed foot.