"Ah——!"
With a piercing scream, True Monarch Lieyang’s Nascent Soul was swiftly corroded by the black aura on the Yin Spirit Corpse Bone Claw, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator was thus erased from existence, as if he never existed.
"Yin Spirit Corpse?!"
The remaining five Nascent Soul True Monarchs were all shocked upon witnessing this scene.
Such power definitely reached the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul level!
Now the situation had beco extrely dangerous!
"Zhènyáng!"
At this mont, True Monarch Chixiao saw the Red Sand Sect’s newly-ascended Nascent Soul being easily slain, unable even to escape with his Nascent Soul, and his heart bled.
The amount of resources consud to cultivate a Nascent Soul for the Red Sand Sect was terrifying,
Yet at this mont, he had no ti to grieve, for the next to perish could very well be himself.
Faced with such a formidable enemy, preserving one’s life was of the utmost importance.
As the Nine Nether Elder slew True Monarch Lieyang, Xu Ping, Hongyi, and the Water Lake Rat revealed themselves, stepping slowly out from the void.
Though they were fewer in number, their montum and combat strength held an overwhelming advantage.
Especially that Yin Spirit Corpse, capable of easily slaying a Nascent Soul True Monarch with just one strike, its prowess unmatched in the battlefield.
The black aura surrounding the Yin Spirit Corpse seed to solidify, forming nurous black chains that floated in the void, exuding a deathly presence that sent chills down one’s spine.
"Fellow Daoist, we admit our fault today, and we are willing to offer our apologies."
The eyes of the black-robed Demon Dao True Monarch glead with strong apprehension, as he bowed in gesture towards the Yin Spirit Corpse.
With his insight, it was evident that there was a Nascent Soul controlling the Yin Spirit Corpse, and it was certainly not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Tsk!"
The Nine Nether Elder let out a disdainful chuckle, clearly not regarding these Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators seriously.
In the next mont, the light in the eyes of the Yin Spirit Corpse flashed explosively, and the overwhelming black aura surged like a tide towards the four True Monarchs including True Monarch Chixiao, leaving only the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch untouched.
"You wish to bring mutual destruction!"
The black-robed Demon Dao True Monarch shouted in rage, forced to confront the threat.
He ford hand seals, and a stream of black profound light shot from his forehead, transforming into a Dharma Aspect of a three-headed, six-ard Asura, wielding six different magical treasures with grand montum.
True Monarch Chixiao, True Monarch Yue Qian, and Demon Slaughter True Monarch each conjured their Spirit Treasures and Secret Techniques, forming a triangular formation to jointly resist the Nine Nether Elder’s assault.
Unlike the others who panicked, the eyes of Demon Slaughter True Monarch remained unusually calm.
As long as his identity wasn’t exposed and surrounded, everything was still under control.
Just as they clashed into a lee, Xu Ping and Hongyi exchanged a glance, intuitively locking their target as the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch.
"Shake!"
Hongyi softly called out, raising his hand, a stream of ancient light shot from his sleeve.
As the light expanded against the wind, it transford into a massive chessboard about a square ter in size, hovering in mid-air!
"Clang!"
The chessboard trembled sharply, emanating a clear sound akin to a dragon’s roar. From the center of the board, a visible, distorted silver ripple instantly spread, enveloping the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch within.
"Spatial Spirit Treasure!!"
A flash of terror and disbelief crossed the blood-red vertical pupils of the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch.
Being a Demon Beast, the oppressive force of such a Spatial Spirit Treasure against him was even stronger than against cultivators.
The aura around Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch was greatly suppressed, and the flow of mana within his body beca sluggish, as if caught in a quagmire.
"Where did Yan Ruchen invite such formidable help from?" The Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch complained bitterly to himself.
They had conducted a detailed investigation of Xu Ping, never discovering any powerful contacts, leading them to take action.
Now it seed, this individual was far more unfathomable than imagined.
As Hongyi made his move, Xu Ping and the Water Lake Rat simultaneously launched their attacks.
Xu Ping’s expression was solemn, as a golden drop of essence blood hovered over his palm, followed by eight puppets, glittering with flowing colors, erging in sequence from his storage treasure, encircling the surroundings.
The eight Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppets swiftly united as one, and a complex array map flickered indistinctly in the void, emitting a stifling and terrifying oppression.
Buzz!
An aura far exceeding that of an ordinary Peak Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator spread instantly, causing the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch’s body to uncontrollably tremble slightly.
Witnessing this scene, a trace of surprise flickered in Hongyi’s eyes.
Isn’t this Fellow Daoist Xu’s puppet array a bit too formidable?
Moreover, what’s even more shocking is that he can control it perfectly—it’s hard to imagine how strong his Divine Sense must be!
Xuping’s eyes flashed like cold stars, his killing intent condensed into substance, as he directed the puppet array directly to crush towards the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch.
"Hiss!"
The Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch, unwilling to sit idly by, let out a hiss and reverted to his true form.
Transforming into a gigantic python a hundred ters long, it coiled and spiraled in the void.
Its entire body was covered in deep red scales, each shining with a bizarre red glow and emanating a faint ancient Dragon Race aura.
"Dragon Aura?!"
Xu Ping’s pupils shrank abruptly, his mind shuddering.
Within this demon snake, a thread of the strongest True Spirit between heaven and earth—the Dragon Race’s bloodline—actually flowed!
Though as thin as a flickering candle in the wind, the suppression stemming from the level of life was still suffocating.
No wonder the Ten Thousand Snake Demon Monarch could exert a bloodline suppression on the Water Lake Rat, it was because of this thread of Dragon Race bloodline flowing within.
At this mont, a trace of fear flashed in the blood-colored eyes of the Water Lake Rat, but even more so, they were filled with greed and longing.
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