Compared to the reckless slaughter over on Niu Hu's side.
The atmosphere here seemed somewhat eerie.
The Black-Robed Person did not strike immediately.
Instead, eyes hidden in the shadows of the hood stared with great interest at the boy who was frantically maintaining a sword Formation.
"Taia Lineage... Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven?"
A raspy voice slowly drifted out.
Wang Ziyu inwardly groaned.
That idiot Running Ox.
He said he would watch his back.
In the end, he was provoked by a few words and lost his mind, charging forward recklessly to risk his life.
What's the point of charging forward?
Can you even beat them?
With no one to block for him now, the yet-to-be-formed killing Formation became his greatest burden.
But he showed no panic on his face, only saying indifferently: "Since you know my background, why haven't you retreated yet? If you touch me today, no matter where you hide, my Master will find you and skin you alive... By the way, my Master is Thirteen Wu, the invincible Thirteen Wu."
These words were half-true.
Since Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven was ranked among the Twenty-Five Orthodoxies, it naturally wouldn't ignore the death of its Disciples.
Especially a Direct Disciple?
But the premise was... the news had to reach Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven.
Now that the opponent knew his Foundation, they would naturally prevent him from sending a message... As if to confirm his thoughts.
The Black-Robed Person chuckled softly and waved his sleeve, instantly enveloping the surroundings in a thick mist.
"See... isn't this better?"
Before the voice could fade.
The Black-Robed Person's sleeve surged again.
Billowing black Qi erupted from his sleeve, expanding as it caught the wind.
In just a moment.
It transformed into a pitch-black giant python hundreds of feet long.
The giant python, condensed from black mist, roared and lunged toward Wang Ziyu with grim scales.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ziyu cursed under his breath.
Left with no choice.
He could only grit his teeth and disperse the hand seals.
"Turn!"
A light shout.
The five golden giant swords hovering by his side instantly turned their blades.
Golden light flared on the sword bodies, connecting head to tail to form a golden sword curtain, firmly protecting that small body within.
Boom—!!!
The giant python slammed into the sword curtain.
Wang Ziyu groaned, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
This was the sorrow of specializing in the Dao of Formations.
Once unprotected and having lost the initiative, one could only become a passive punching bag.
On the other side.
Jiang Yuechu stood in the Void Realm, watching all this coldly.
She did not step in to help.
Not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.
The pressure the Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor before her gave was simply too great.
The arrogance and composure shown on his face were by no means comparable to the rabble she had encountered before.
If her Primordial Spirit left her body to help relieve the pressure over there... whether it was just the Primordial Spirit or the Physical Body controlled only by a demon, it would be impossible to defeat this Demon Emperor in his prime.
Only by going all out.
Could she carve out a sliver of life from this death trap.
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath, a look of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.
Isn't it just Dao Cultivation?
Isn't saving it meant for times like this?
With a slight thought.
[Consume 100,000 years of Dao Cultivation]
Boom—
The originally calm Qi Sea within her body instantly boiled.
Billowing essence qi poured into her body like a reversing river.
More terrifyingly.
With the injection of this massive power, the crimson crescent blade, which had long since merged into her bones and blood, now fully awakened.
Buzz—!!!
Piercing red light erupted from the girl's body.
Dyeing half the sky blood-red.
"Slash!"
A loud shout, like a sudden clap of thunder.
Rip—
A hundred-foot-long crimson blade light appeared out of thin air.
Atop the blade light, Evil Qi billowed.
Rumble—!!!
The crimson blade light instantly swallowed him.
A terrifying explosion resounded through the clouds.
The shockwave swept in all directions, dispersing all the surrounding black mist.
When the red light faded.
Where the Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor had stood was now empty.
Even that snow-white robe had turned into flying ash under this terrifying strike.
Dead?
No.
Jiang Yuechu's brows furrowed tightly as she stared fixedly at that spot in the Void Realm.
Even though the Physical Body was destroyed, the heart-palpitating aura not only didn't dissipate but grew even more intense.
Screech—!!!
Billowing white Qi surged out of thin air, like a churning sea of clouds.
Deep within that white Qi.
A pure white, hundred-foot-tall Crane Primordial Spirit slowly spread its wings.
The Crane's eyes were crimson, looking down at Jiang Yuechu from above.
There was no anger from the destroyed Physical Body... or pain from being heavily injured.
In those eyes, there was only uncontrollable fervor.
"What terrifying killing power..."
The Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor's voice carried a hint of trembling madness.
"Such an age, such strength..."
"It can't be wrong!"
"It definitely can't be wrong!"
The giant Crane head suddenly lunged down.
A Crane's cry in the nine marshes, heard in the heavens.
The surrounding mist was no longer ethereal, suddenly condensing into substance.
In an instant.
A thousand-foot-long Flowing Cloud Spear manifested from the depths of the firmament.
Where the spear tip pointed, the Void Realm trembled.
The Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor carried the Daoist Legacy of the Taibai Liuhong Lineage and had been in the Ascending the Tower realm for untold years.
His strength was terrifying, far beyond that of an ordinary Ascending the Tower cultivator.
Rumble—!
The firmament seemed to have collapsed a corner.
The terrifying momentum was like the Heavenly River pouring down, pressing the mountains and rivers below into shivering.
Jiang Yuechu's figure had just moved, intending to temporarily avoid the brunt.
The originally scattered flowing clouds around her suddenly came to life.
Transforming into thousands of pale chains, covering the sky and earth, instantly sealing off all of the girl's retreats.
Crack.
As the chains wrapped around her, the girl's figure was forcibly fixed in mid-air, unable to move.
The next instant.
The thousand-foot spear, accompanied by a terrifying pressure that could destroy cities and shake mountains, was already overhead.
Boom—!!!
The spear tip pierced through the black robes and her chest without any resistance.
The massive impact carried the girl's body, dragging a white trail through the air.
A large patch of dark red blood, like blooming red plum blossoms, blossomed miserably in mid-air, splashing across the sky.
At the wound, green light flashed wildly.
But the white mist was extremely domineering, clinging to the wound and constantly destroying her vitality.
As soon as the green light lit up, it was crushed to pieces, with no time to heal even a little.
"Even now, you still refuse to reveal your true form?"
The giant Crane Primordial Spirit looked down indifferently, its beak curling into a sneer: "In a little while, even if you want to show it, I'm afraid there won't be a chance."
The girl's body hung in mid-air, her limbs bound by chains.
Her ink-black hair was disheveled by the strong wind, messily sticking to her cheeks, covering most of her face and only revealing her pale chin.
Dark red blood dripped from the corner of her clothes.
Before it could hit the ground, it was evaporated by the churning white mist.
Does it hurt?
Naturally, it hurts.
Her sternum was shattered, her internal organs pierced, and her vitality was being frantically strangled by the domineering white mist.
But this feeling... it's been so long.
Since leaving the Longyou Circuit and sweeping through everything.
It has been a very, very long time since she felt the thrill of walking on the edge of a blade, of her life hanging by a thread.
Not only did she not hate it.
She even felt somewhat obsessed with this taste.
The girl slowly raised her head.
With her movement, the ink-black hair covering her face slid to both sides.
The face revealed showed not even a hint of pain at this moment.
The corners of her mouth even curled up slightly: "Want to see?"
Jiang Yuechu grinned, revealing stark white teeth that, against the backdrop of the crimson blood light, looked like an evil ghost.
"Fine... then, take a good look..."