A Woman Named Yunhua
As the Crimson Blood Guard's voice faded, a sudden, bloody wind swept across the horizon, and the snowflakes at the edge of the sky quietly melted, turning into drops of blood that fell to the earth.
One by one, the Crimson Blood Guards knelt on one knee, their heads bowed, their once full bodies gradually withering away until they turned into dust and scattered in the wind.
The more than one hundred Blood Soul Essence Cores floated up, the two largest ones transforming into a head and a heart, while the rest transformed into bones, muscles, internal organs, and Skin Membrane. In an instant, a vampire with a full beard and hair, and a noble Blood Race, appeared before Yang Tianyou and the others.
Brush!
The Blood Race opened his eyes, his gaze indifferent and ruthless, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of life and grown weary of the ravages of time. A faint, almost immortal divine radiance enveloped his body.
Danger! Extreme danger!
When Yang Tianyou met the gaze of this Blood Race, the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end, and his bones trembled slightly involuntarily.
This is not fear, but an involuntary reaction of the body, like a mouse encountering a cat. This is the kind of reaction a person has when facing a powerful enemy they cannot resist.
"Retreat quickly! Qi Refining, retreat immediately!"
However, isn't the greatness of Cultivators precisely because they can overcome their own nature?
To go with the flow is to be mortal; to go against the flow is to be immortal!
Instead of retreating, Yang Tianyou advanced, shouting for the other Qi Refining cultivators to back down as he charged forward with his sword, forgetting that he himself was also Qi Refining.
His roar startled Liu Changqing, who was standing there in a daze. After waking up, Liu Changqing blushed, shook his head with a wry smile, and also controlled his Flying Sword to slash out. He was not Body Cultivator and dared not rush forward to fight.
Wolf Ancestor and Four-Eyed Green-Tailed Eagle followed closely behind, attacking from the left and right.
Running through the void, Wolf Ancestor suppressed the backlash from his body and used the Purple Moon Divine Light once again.
Brush!
A mysterious and noble purple light enveloped the unfamiliar Blood Race in an instant.
Bang!
However, this time, the Purple Moon Divine Light lasted for less than a breath before it was broken free.
The mechanical Blood Race looked up, his face as unchanging as an ancient glacier, and simply raised his hand slightly.
Buzz!
The Spiritual Qi within a ten-mile radius was instantly drawn in, forming a massive Spiritual Qi Vortex several dozen feet in diameter above his head.
The vortex rapidly condensed, transforming into hundreds of sharp, crystalline spears, each two zhang long. The spears were blood-red, and they slowly floated above the Blood Race, filling the hundred-zhang sky with an astonishing Sha Qi.
Boom!
He waved his hand casually, as if swatting a mosquito, and the hundreds of blood spears vanished instantly. When they reappeared, they were only a few feet away from Yang Tianyou companions, almost face to face.
Everything seemed slow, but it all happened in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Yang Tianyou had only advanced halfway when he was knocked back by the oncoming blood spear.
With his pupils wide open, reflecting the shadows of more than twenty blood-red spears in front of him, Yang Tianyou exerted all his strength to activate his Great White Gold Eyes, trying to see the movement trajectory of these things.
It was too fast, all of this happened too fast, so fast that he didn't have much time to react.
In the blink of an eye, the Great White Gold Eyes did not play a significant role. Yang Tianyou's expression hardened, and his Golden Spirit Armor suddenly melted. All the Spirit Mark concentrated on his chest and face for focused defense, leaving only a thin layer of Spiritual Power shield in the rest of his body.
Laugh!
Laugh!
More than twenty blood-stained spears struck Yang Tianyou, instantly injuring him once again.
Fortunately, thanks to Yang Tianyou's decisiveness, his heart and head were not seriously damaged. At most, the powerful force of the blood spear made his head feel dizzy and his Qi and Blood churn.
"What is this thing?"
Shaking his groggy head, Yang Tianyou hurriedly mobilized his Spiritual Power to seal the bleeding wound, a thick gloom settling over his heart.
This level of strength has already reached the Golden Core, hasn't it?
If he had known that these Crimson Blood Guards possessed such suicidal methods, he would have been much more careful when formulating his plan.
However, there are no "what ifs" in this world. The huge error in intelligence has put them in a very passive position, and even put their lives in danger.
Yang Tianyou glanced at Liu Changqing and the two Spirit Beasts not far away, and his heart sank.
The attack power of the unfamiliar Blood Race should be calculated based on the intensity of the aura they emit.
Yang Tianyou had the weakest aura and suffered the fewest attacks from the blood spears, only about twenty.
Liu Changqing was next, riddled with over fifty blood spears, turning him into a pincushion. Fortunately, he was wearing a Second-Tier Middle-Grade inner armor, which protected his vital parts, but he was also on the verge of death and had lost his fighting ability.
The two Spirit Beasts were the strongest, and the most blood spears attacked them. However, the Demon Race had a strong physique, and with their Second-Tier Upper-Grade cultivation level, they were not seriously injured, but they did suffer considerable injuries. In particular, the Four-Eyed Green-Tailed Eagle had one wing broken, and it looked extremely miserable.
In addition, some Qi Refining cultivators who were unable to retreat in time also perished under the attack of the blood spear, including several Yang Household Cultivators.
Of course, after launching an attack of this magnitude, the Blood Race's aura also weakened considerably, clearly indicating that such a creature summoned through Blood Sacrifice could not regenerate on its own.
Even so, their remaining strength was enough to annihilate at least half of the cultivators present. Just thinking about such a terrible price made Yang Tianyou gasp for breath and his face turn ashen.
Boom!
Without giving them time to rest, the Blood Race in the distance leaped up like a roc spreading its wings, covering a distance of a hundred feet, and punched the Four-Eyed Green-Tailed Eagle.
Cracking!
Upon seeing this, the latter let out a mournful eagle cry, mustered his strength, and activated the two pairs of sharp eagle eyes on his forehead. In an instant, Tornado Storm several tens of feet high roared down and fiercely blew towards the Blood Race in front of him.
The Wolf Ancestor also stepped forward to help, its sharp claws flashing, tearing through the air and grabbing at the Blood Race.
Bang! Bang!
In a short time, the three exchanged countless blows, with blood, broken feathers, and wolf hair being blown to the ground by the Storm.
After a brief adjustment of his breathing, Yang Tianyou was just about to rush into the Tornado Storm to help when a cold sword light fell from the sky, like Tianyun drifting down from the heavens, and in an instant it had already struck the Blood Race.
Bang!
The blood-red figure flew backward, a deep sword wound across his chest that nearly cleaved him in two.
Despite suffering such a severe injury, his expression remained unchanged. Or perhaps he was simply a mindless Puppet, destined to dissipate with the wind after the battle.
Yang Tianyou, however, didn't care about any of that. He looked up and his expression froze.
She was dressed in white, her light skirt fluttering in the wind. Two long white ribbons were wrapped around her slender waist, which was barely a hand's grasp. Her long black hair fell naturally, and she had fair lips, skin as smooth as jade, and a pair of bright eyes. Every frown and smile of hers had a captivating charm.
Upon seeing her, the words "Peerless Beauty" naturally came to mind, and at the same time, a deep longing from the very depths of my soul quietly welled up in my heart.
In a daze, Yang Tianyou seemed to see the woman in white smile at him. In that instant, it felt as if he were facing an eternal world, and even his calm and composed State of Mind was stirred by waves.
Roar!
The Blood Race's roar startled Yang Tianyou. He quickly looked over and saw that the Blood Race, who had originally been in a normal human form, had somehow transformed into a gigantic Blood Beast.
Its ferocious maw opened wide, its sharp fangs standing proudly like long, white Long Spears, extremely intimidating.
Boom!
A thick, blood-red beam of light shot out from the Giant Beast's mouth, heading straight for the woman in white. However, the woman in white remained calm in the face of this attack, simply flipping her hand and gently patting it down.
The technique was exactly the same, equally nonchalant. With a single palm strike, the heavens and earth echoed, and countless Spiritual Qi surged forth, forming an exquisitely beautiful white jade palm in the air.
As the jade palm pressed down, the blood-red light collapsed, and the Giant Beast below was also reduced to dust and disappeared under an immense, invisible pressure.
After doing all this, the woman in white gracefully landed and stood beautifully in front of Yang Tianyou.
"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior!" Yang Tianyou hurriedly bowed.
"My name is Yunhua, and yours is Yunhua?" A cool yet gentle voice entered Yang Tianyou's ears, and he was stunned once again.
Upon realizing what was happening, he caught sight of the fairy-like woman's stunningly beautiful face, capable of both anger and joy. Unusually, he stammered, "I... Yang Tianyou."
"Yang Tianyou..." Yunhua murmured softly, a mysterious light seeming to shimmer deep within her clear eyes.