The river rose by fifty percent, and its depth also nearly doubled. The entire Blood River beca even wider and more imnse.
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anwhile, in Asura City within the Doomsday World.
The lake subrged in blood water suddenly seed to be controlled by an invisible hand; the surrounding ground continually collapsed and toppled.
The blood water flowed towards the collapsed areas, expanding over a larger area. In the blink of an eye, the entire Blood Lake’s surface expanded by one-third.
anwhile, at the Five Elents Golden Mountain of the forr Golden Palace Sect, the Blood River trembled, and Blood Qi surged backward, suddenly erupting into a dense fog that spread upwards.
The surging Blood Qi ascended into the sky, turning into a blood-colored dense mist that obscured the sun, swallowing the entire mountain gate.
...
"Not bad!"
Faced with Zheng Yi’s inquiry, the Nether River Daoist was quite satisfied, his blood-colored eyes looked towards the Venerable Blood Mist, cold and emotionless.
Like looking at a dead man, viewing prey.
"Who is this person?!"
"He wants to devour ..."
The Venerable Blood Mist inexplicably felt a ridiculous thought rise in his mind, but staring at those strange blood-light filled eyes, an ominous feeling surged violently in his heart.
"Blood River across the sky, you... are Zheng Yi of the Daluo Alliance?!"
Finally, a familiar feeling flooded his heart, and countless pieces of information intertwined, finally forming a rough silhouette.
A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and the image of the person before him rged with the information he had received before.
He finally knew who this strange cultivator before him was?
"At this point, who I am no longer matters."
Zheng Yi raised his head, glanced at the other party, and said unhurriedly: "The struggle of the Great Dao is relentless."
"It’s cruel, but also the rightful way of heaven and earth."
Zheng Yi had no intention of exchanging words with Blood Mist, that old sly fox, as he perceived Blood Mist’s intent. This old thing wouldn’t give up resistance until the very last mont.
Even now, he was scheming in his head.
To deal with such an old villain, Zheng Yi usually struck at the weak points, ensuring to uproot the threat completely.
Otherwise, one might be hurt by the tiger one ant to defeat.
Bang!
As Zheng Yi’s words fell, in an instant, the Nether River Daoist transford into a coiled Blood River, soaring and surging in mid-air, making it seem like the sky had opened a gaping blood maw, about to swallow the Venerable Blood Mist.
He was determined to kill the Venerable Blood Mist today and naturally could not let him go.
Besides, this involved the ancestral treasure of Divine Thought. If the Venerable Blood Mist escaped and news spread, the first one to pursue would undoubtedly be none other than the Supre Elder themselves.
The Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect, Golden Core True Man Master Xuan Chun of the Netherworld!
As a formidable force that could once contend with the Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect, the legacy of Divine Thought could never be allowed to stray.
With soone as cunning as the Venerable Blood Mist, it’s better to converse less; who knows what backhanded tricks he might have?
The simplest thod is directly to get rid of this problem.
Not only did it fulfill the promise to Wei Xu and avenge, but more importantly,
The Land of Inheritance of Divine Thought could only fall into one person’s hands.
That person could only be him.
The Venerable Blood Mist hadn’t expected Zheng Yi to attack imdiately, giving him no chance to converse, making his heart heavy as he realized Zheng Yi’s resolve to kill him left no room for maneuver.
However, he was, after all, a Late Stage Purple Mansion renowned cultivator for hundreds of years, with formidable strength. Even with the Nether River Daoist’s power, it was a balanced match.
Keep in mind that the Nether River Daoist had just consud the entirety of five Blood Puppets’ Blood Qi, his power surging, at its peak.
However, it was a gamble.
Who could bla those Blood Puppets for eting their ancestor in Blood River form?
Sending them was like throwing a bone to a dog, without return.
But the Venerable Blood Mist was different. Even without the five Blood Puppets, he was still the most elite master of the Late Stage Purple Mansion, much tougher than even the Supre Elder Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect.
While they fought to the death, despite Zheng Yi watching like a tiger from the side, the Nether River Daoist could not easily take him down.
After consuming the entirety of the Blood Qi of the five Blood Puppets, the Nether River Daoist’s power steadily rose, continuously stimulating the digestion of his foundation through the intensity of the battle, and his power kept increasing.
Boom!
In the sky, the Nether River Daoist and the Venerable Blood Mist collided with each other.
The blood mist swept by the roaring wind, transforming into a terrifying blood-colored cyclone. The shock waves rumbled like a wind dragon rampaging across the sky.
The surging Blood River roared, emanating a grand ancient aura, with a mysterious outline forming on its surface, twisting and winding like an ancient dragon gradually becoming vicious and unpredictable, its surface scales shimring ominously, unleashing a devouring roar.
The two colossal entities continuously clashed in space, the shock waves resonating like tides, creating terrifying ripples, with the surrounding space enveloped by radiation, causing nurous folds.
These were the pinnacle existences of Purple Mansion cultivators, capable of crushing typical Purple Mansion cultivators. Yet now, they were locked in a fierce stalemate, entangled relentlessly.
Abandoning various mysterious magic combats, engaging in a bare confrontation of will and realm.
This held no room for deception; any misstep could result in severe injuries, or even the collapse of one’s essence.
The most primitive collision released incredibly astonishing power, the terrifying impact reverberating through the space, the swirling storm like the roar of a giant beast, echoing between heaven and earth.
"It seems even after devouring the five Blood Puppets, the Nether River Daoist cannot emulate the transformation of my own Divine Soul Puppet!"
"The binding on him also relates to his high status..."
Watching this clash of titans, Zheng Yi’s eyes flickered.
In his Divine Soul Space, the Divine Soul Puppet sat cross-legged under the shroud of endless Divine Soul Power, its eyes blazing like divine lights penetrating the nine heavens, able to keenly sense changes within the Nether River Daoist.
As the original body, the changes within this External Incarnation of the Nether River Daoist were unguarded against him.
Otherwise, even his transford Divine Soul Puppet couldn’t perceive the flowing operation of the massive Blood River.
Zheng Yi’s gaze remained fixated on the changes within the Nether River Daoist, sensing that the energy of the five Blood Puppets assimilated into the Blood River had nearly been digested. Suddenly, with a flip of his right hand, formless Divine Soul Power burst through his fingers towards the distance.
At this mont, Zheng Yi’s spiritual cultivation far exceeded his magical power and Dao practice, a solid transformation of the Core Formation Stage.
Following his movent, the Divine Soul Puppet in his mind similarly reached out.
Instantly, it triggered a powerful spirit storm.
One thought shakes the heavens, one thought leads all things to coexist.
Though like a matchstick, the Divine Soul Puppet in Zheng Yi’s mind, benefiting from the high vantage provided by the Super Brain Main God in the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, and aided by the Fallen Soul Treasure Mirror, coupled with cultivating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thought Celestial Strike Technique, his spiritual cultivation surpasses that of an ordinary new Core Formation Stage cultivator.
Once released, imdiately it was a silent thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.
The rotating spirit storm coalesced into form, like an invisible sword qi, tearing through space, leaving a deep fissure behind.
How fast is the speed of thought?
It transcends the distance of conscious existence.
A thought arises, and it arrives.
The sound was swallowed by the raging storm, suddenly appearing in front of the Venerable Blood Mist’s head.
He finally sensed the danger approaching, his pupils suddenly constricted, even showing a hint of panic. He couldn’t avoid it, utterly unavoidable.
This surpassed the perception of the Purple Mansion physical body and the speed of magical power operation, entering another level.
Even with his formidable Dao practice, he couldn’t dodge this invisible spiritual telekinetic sword qi.
Bang!
Blood splattered. The once domineering hero ruling Blood Mist Abyss City for hundreds of years finally t his end.
His eyes’ pupils frantically contracted, and in the mont of death, the converging spirit storm flooded his mind, completely shattering his remaining Divine Soul Will.
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