Du Yu had naturally seen Water Charm Illusion Spirits before, and he’d seen them many tis.
Without exception, they all walked with a staggering gait, and they were always sobbing and whimpering.
Unlike this one before him—so calm, without a hint of hostility.
"Water Charm Du Yu" not only manifested the Black Rock Tree Coat, but even the Demon Soldier’s Linked Pearl Bow slung diagonally over its shoulder was conjured.
Who knows if that Demon Soldier Bow can actually be used?
Yang Qingqing stepped sideways, allowing "Water Charm Du Yu" to clearly see the Shadow Gu Tower at work.
"You... uh~ hello." Du Yu’s body trembled slightly as he tried to communicate with the other.
Water Charm Du Yu didn’t stop walking, staring intently at the Shadow Gu Tower, slowly moving forward.
Yang Qingqing furrowed her brows lightly. As Water Charm Du Yu approached, she tensed up, already prepared for battle.
"Hiss..." Water Charm Du Yu let out a sibilant moan, its eyes paying no heed to those around it.
It slowly stretched out its hand, reaching toward the Demon Soul being absorbed.
The twisted Night Fire Cage Demon Soul stread through Water Charm Du Yu’s fingers like a brook, still rushing onward into the Shadow Gu Tower.
On that stiff face of Water Charm Du Yu, a faint trace of joy gradually appeared.
For a mont, Yang Qingqing and Shu Qinghe exchanged glances.
This is... what sort of expression?
Water Charm Du Yu’s long, slender fingers gently traced the Demon Soul, as if lifting a ripple from a river.
It was too absorbed, too entranced.
Du Yu was utterly stunned by the sight!
Just as Du Yu tried to continue the conversation, the earth suddenly trembled!
"Vmmm!"
More accurately, it was the Giant Tree beneath them all that suddenly shook.
A trendous force surged up from underfoot; the Giant Tree swung like a baseball bat, lashing out fiercely!
"Ah!" Du Yu cried out in alarm. His body was already hard to control, and he was caught off guard.
Water Charm Du Yu’s expression froze.
The tiny Human Race figures standing atop the Giant Tree were all struck hard by the sudden blow, sent flying!
"Du Yu!" Yang Qingqing bent her knees, launching herself out, reaching for Du Yu with one hand.
"Pa!"
"Pa! Pa!" Gray Cold Branches lashed out wildly!
Du Yu, tumbling backward through the air, felt his pupils shrink slightly.
Just what you fear is what cos true!
He’d thought before: if the Tree of Cold Qi breaks free, what should they do? Entering that tangled mound of branches in Gourd Mountain would be suicide.
And now, the Tree of Cold Qi had "co alive"!
Countless dense branches, like endless long whips,
"Bang!"
A flexible branch struck Yang Qingqing’s outstretched palm, making the Demon Breath Battle Robe buzz and vibrate.
Yet Yang Qingqing paid no heed. Using the force of the blow, she spun nimbly, sending a Fire Vine snaking from her hand!
The long Fire Vine extended, threading through gaps in the dense branches, reaching for Du Yu.
With a crisp "snap,"
Another branch bent the Rose Fire Vine in two!
Not far away, Shu Qinghe flung out a string of Fire Stoves from her hand.
The small red Fire Stoves had an antique design, exquisitely carved with decorative patterns.
Celestial Treasure Race Demon Pet—Red Mud Fire Stove!
"Boom boom boom!"
A full six Red Mud Fire Stoves exploded in quick succession, setting off a chain of thunderous blasts.
Layer upon layer of Cold Branches were instantly shattered to pieces by the blasts.
At so point, a folding fan had appeared in Shu Qinghe’s hand, painted with ink-wash brushstrokes.
"Whoosh~"
Shu Qinghe held the elegant folding fan, waving it before her chest.
A gale swept forth, tossing up the splintered Cold Branches, the blast-waves, and even thick Demon Breath.
Everything, absolutely everything, was cleared away at once by the raging wind.
Shu Qinghe made many moves, but the ti from summoning the Fire Stove to fanning out the surge of wind was just one or two seconds.
She pushed off with her feet, narrowed eyes locked on Du Yu as he flew backward—then shot forward herself.
"Swoosh~"
But before Shu Qinghe could dart through, Yang Qingqing’s tall figure shot out like a sharp sword. The tail of her woolen coat fluttered lightly as she slipped through the endless gaps in the Cold Branches, already lunging at Du Yu.
Because both won were Spirit Masters, wherever they passed, the Cold Qi retreated, creating a spectacular scene.
"Damn!" Du Yu gritted his teeth hard, squeezing out a word from between them.
By all rights, he shouldn’t have kept flying backward; in an environnt full of Cold Branches, he’d be intercepted.
The problem is...
Wherever Du Yu went, the branches kept surging out of the way, rapidly crawling aside to clear a path for his backward flight.
But when it ca to Yang Qingqing and Shu Qinghe, the branches sward at them en masse.
In his mind, Little Fen Yang suddenly cried, "Be careful!"
Whoosh!
Eye of Burning Sun·Hunting Mont!
Du Yu, still flying backward, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The dense Cold Branches on both sides had spread apart, forming a small tunnel.
In the distance, two Immortals were converging from different directions, breaking through line after line of defense.
Through the gaps between the branches, Du Yu could still see Master Qing’s eyes, filled with worry.
But her gaze was fading, as the Cold Branches intercepted her, gradually blocking her line of sight.
Du Yu looked up, just in ti to see a branch swinging down toward him—aid straight at the top of his head!
In that instant, Du Yu realized he had nowhere to dodge, nowhere to run!
No! Way! To! Dodge!
The Eye of Burning Sun gave Du Yu ample ti to think, and a careful opportunity to observe the battlefield.
But as he flew backward, Du Yu had nothing to push off of.
Next mont, Du Yu reached for the cuff of his left sleeve with his right hand.
Back when Lin Shiwei had invited Du Yu over as a guest, when the two were in the elevator at Xishu Garden, the girl had once said to Du Yu: You, soone like you, should be able to live a long life, right?
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