"No!"
Ban Jing’s face turned ashen. He originally wanted to use the Yin Spirit Corpse to block this fatal blow, but found that he had lost control over the Yin Spirit Corpse.
In a mont of desperation, he could only muster all his strength and summon his strongest defensive artifact—a vintage bronze mirror.
The surface of the bronze mirror was engraved with intricate runes, indicating that it was an extraordinary Spirit Treasure.
But even so, compared to the Five Spirits Fan that Hongyi summoned, which emitted towering Spiritual Qi, there was still a significant gap in quality and power between the two.
"Boom!"
The multicolored dragon collided with the bronze mirror, shaking heaven and earth, as if ti had stopped at this mont.
Two terrifying energies clashed, erupting in a deafening roar.
The next instant.
The bronze mirror was blasted away, its surface covered in fine cracks, its light dimd.
Only Ban Jing, protected by his Protective Spiritual Light, was swallowed whole by the dragon.
A terrifying energy shockwave swept across the area, causing the Spiritual Qi within hundreds of miles to tremble.
Xu Ping quickly activated his Purple Soul Ghost Armor to protect himself.
At the sa ti, he didn’t let this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity slip by.
He controlled his Puppet, pulling back the giant bow once more, as an arrow of even greater power took shape.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow unleashed a sharp whistle upon leaving the string, like a teor cutting through the sky.
Ban Jing, who had just barely broken free from the attack of the dragon, was now seriously injured, his Mana exhausted, powerless to resist this deadly arrow.
The Spiritual Power arrow effortlessly penetrated his defense, precisely piercing through his chest, leaving a large bloodied hole.
Ban Jing suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with shattered internal organ fragnts, creating a horrific scene.
His breath rapidly weakened, his face becoming nearly transparent, and the gleam in his eyes quickly dimd, like a candle about to extinguish.
"Hongyi, Yan Ruchen!"
Ban Jing glared at them venomously, his eyes filled with hate almost shooting flas.
However, beneath that boundless hatred lay undeniable weakness and despair.
His physical body destroyed, his foundation severed!
Even though his Nascent Soul remained, with a chance to find a new host and seize rebirth.
This life was destined to be forever trapped at the threshold of Early-Stage Nascent Soul, with no chance of advancent!
The path to immortality... completely severed!
But no matter how deep the hate, it had to be suppressed at this mont.
Survival was paramount, for only by living could there be a chance for revenge.
"Escape!"
The decision of a Nascent Soul Cultivator happens in an instant.
Ban Jing cast one last venomous glare at the two, then suddenly exploding a blinding azure light at his brow!
A Nascent Soul, entirely crystalline, resembling the features of Ban Jing’s original body but only three inches tall, carrying his lifeti of painstakingly cultivated primordial essence and vast Mana, suddenly broke through the remnants!
"Buzz!"
Space seed to ripple—like the surface of a pond disturbed by a pebble—opening circles of visible ripples.
The small Nascent Soul shone with intense blue light, ignoring spatial distance, stepping out in one bound, its figure already a thousand feet away.
The location only left a rapidly fading illusory image, as if it never existed.
Nascent Soul Teleportation!
This was the Nascent Soul Cultivator’s last ticket to survival, an escape ability akin to their Innate Divine Ability, nearly impossible to stop without a treasure specifically countering spatial transference or remarkable Cultivation.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, assist !!"
Just as Ban Jing was about to escape, Hongyi’s roar erupted like a thunderclap, his eyes bursting with light.
Almost simultaneously, as he raised his hand.
An ancient strear shot out from his sleeve, expanding against the wind instantly, transforming into a gigantic chessboard, suspended in mid-air!
This chessboard was neither tallic nor jade; its whole body exhibited a profound black color, seemingly steeped in countless years.
On the intersecting lines, countless minute silver runes flowed ceaselessly like living creatures.
A vast, grand aura, as if capable of stabilizing the void and all existence, suddenly perated out.
"Yet another spatial treasure?"
Xu Ping’s pupils contracted sharply, his heart thrown into turmoil.
The depth of Hongyi’s cultivation base was simply unfathomable.
Without any hesitation, Xu Ping’s figure flashed with ghostly speed, already appearing by Hongyi’s side.
Words were unnecessary, his palms slamd fiercely onto the edge of that floating chessboard!
"Boom!"
The pure and condensed Mana within Xu Ping, far surpassing that of ordinary Golden Core Cultivators, unleashed like a flood through unlocked gates, pouring crazily into the chessboard.
"Clang!"
The chessboard reverberated suddenly!
Not with a loud noise, but with a deep, heart-palpitating drone seemingly emitted by the very space itself.
From the center of the chessboard, a visibly twisted silver ripple.
Like a giant stone stirring waves in a calm lake, expanded at a speed exceeding Divine Sense capturing.
A thousand feet away, the space after Ban Jing’s Nascent Soul teleportation had just settled, suddenly shook violently, distorted like a glass mirror struck by a pebble.
The azure Nascent Soul figure attempted to teleport again but seed to crash into an invisible, sticky copper wall composed of space itself.
"Poof!"
A sound like cloth forcibly torn, or a weight squeezed in.
Ban Jing’s Nascent Soul was squeezed out from the forrly non-existent teleportation state by the terrifying spatial shock.
The small infant body twisted violently, the Protective Spiritual Light around it dimming significantly, even showing several fine yet shocking cracks.
Forcing a halt to spatial transference, to endure the backlash shock from Space Law, was no less than a heavy injury to a Nascent Soul without physical body protection.
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