Boom——!!!
The purple-blue thunder entwining Fang Qingyu had not yet fully dissipated. The violent electric arcs crackled and hissed in the damp, cold air, illuminating the charred remnants of roots beneath his feet in an erratic dance of light and shadow.
His gaze instantly locked onto the deep purple figure standing silently before the massive pile of corpses, holding a heavy ancient book.
[Ti Erosion Witch]
The pitch-black title hovered above the woman’s head, silently proclaiming her identity.
Life Ghost!
Fang Qingyu’s heart trembled violently.
This was not the first ti he had encountered humanoid Life Ghosts.
Both the Shadow Weaver, Punishnt Bone Buddha, and Vajra Buddha had donned human-like forms.
However, this "Ti Erosion Witch" in front of him.
Was completely different!
Her aura was restrained to the point of nothingness, without a trace of the usual filth, distortion, or aggression typical of a Life Ghost.
The ancient texture of her deep purple gown, the strange allure flowing in her heterochromatic eyes, and the naturally conflicting aura of girlish innocence mixed with the wisdom of an old crone in her every move...
Made her appear entirely human.
What tightened Fang Qingyu’s nerve was the heavy ancient book in her hands.
The emblem of gears, an hourglass, and broken chains on the book cover flowed with an obscure luster, as if alive.
Just by observing it, Fang Qingyu felt as if the air around him thickened and slowed.
Even the flow of ti seed subtly distorted.
Divine Armant?!
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
How could a Life Ghost possess a Divine Armant?!
This completely overturned conventional understanding.
However, the circumstances allowed Fang Qingyu no ti for further speculation.
Su Wanqing and Grandmaster Chen were like specins sealed in invisible amber, frozen at the mont of fury and despair, unable even to move their eyes.
The crunching sound of the three massive tree ghost faces devouring corpses echoed like a death knell, pounding rcilessly on Fang Qingyu’s heart.
Rage, like molten lava, instantly shattered all doubts.
"Kill!"
With no words or hesitation.
A repressed growl erupted from Fang Qingyu’s throat, like the roar of a wounded beast.
Crash!
The charred ground beneath his feet exploded!
Thunder Shock Escape Shadow activated to the extre!
His entire being transford into a lightning bolt of destruction tearing through the darkness, wrapped in boiling purple-blue electric light and dark red tribulation fire. The Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade pointed directly at the Ti Erosion Witch with a wry smile at her lips!
Fast! To the extre.
The blade sliced through the air with a piercing shriek, the violent thunderfire energy at the tip condensing into a point of destruction sharp enough to penetrate mountains, reaching within three feet of the witch in an instant.
The terrifying edge even swept a few strands of her deep purple hair back.
Faced with such a sudden assault that could heavily damage or even kill an ordinary Tier Two Grandmaster instantly, the Ti Erosion Witch remained motionless, her enigmatic smile of compassion and mockery unchanged.
She simply raised her left hand holding the Entropy of Ti slightly.
Slender, pale fingers elegantly, like brushing off dust, turned the heavy dark gold cover softly.
Swish——
The sound of flipping pages was so faint amid the thunderous booms and the crunching of corpses, yet it entered Fang Qingyu’s ears with such clarity.
At the mont the pages flipped!
Buzz——!!!
An indescribable, icy will as if originating from the ends of the universe descended silently.
Fang Qingyu’s charging figure abruptly halted.
Not by external force, but because the space around him seed to be imrsed in glue a billion tis more viscous.
The air solidified into tangible walls!
The flow of ti felt forcibly extended and twisted.
The kinetic energy from his furious charge was swallowed completely by this eerie "stalled space."
Violent purple-blue thunders continued to erratically dance around him, howling with reluctance, while the destructive thunderfire concentrated on the Dragon Sparrow Blade’s tip hovered just inches from the witch’s forehead, unable to advance any further.
Fang Qingyu felt embedded in a massive, invisible block of amber, moving even his eyeballs beca extrely difficult, only his mind continued to race.
Divine Armant!
It must be the power of a Divine Armant!
And of one related to the supre dominion over ti and space!
How could a Life Ghost wield it?!
While Fang Qingyu’s mind reeled, his body fixed by the bizarre spaceti stasis.
Crackle Crackle——!!!
The rocky walls of the entire underground space writhed like a living creature’s stomach.
Countless branches, covered in pale bark with small fissured mouths at the end, resembling pale hands, shot out silently from all around, through rock crevices, even from the do overhead, as though scenting blood like piranhas.
All aid at a single target.
Fang Qingyu trapped in the spaceti amber!
Speed as swift as lightning, angles treacherous and fierce, with a strong aura of deathly silence and greed, they were monts from completely overwhelming, piercing, and shredding Fang Qingyu.
"Zhuo."
A calm, soft child’s voice cleaved through the space’s stickiness and the piercing whine of branches cutting the air, like a drop of water into boiling oil.
The tiny figure of Jiang Wei had unwittingly been floating at Fang Qingyu’s back.
Her clear red eyes coldly reflected the countless pale branches spiraling through the air.
Raising her small right hand, she aid towards that shadow of death and lightly pointed.
Bang——!!!
Dark red light, thick as solidified magma, erupted from her fingertip, expanding explosively.
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