The Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven was a vast, boundless forest. A series of enormous explosions could be heard faintly, and a Crimson Mushroom Cloud suddenly rose in the distance.
Deep in the forest, an open area had been devastated. One Sky-Reaching Tree after another had snapped in the middle, and countless splinters of wood flew in all directions.
The ground was pockmarked with more than a hundred enormous pits steaming with heat.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were panting heavily, covered in dirt and looking utterly bedraggled.
Wang Changsheng held a Formation Plate shimmering with spiritual light, manipulating it with all his might.
There was a fist-sized bloody hole in his left shoulder, and his back was stained red with blood. His face was pale, his veins bulging. Some brown blood stained the corners of Wang Ruyan's mouth. Her face was bloodless, and there was a fist-sized bloody hole in her right chest.
Wang Ruyan held the Red Dust Flute and played it, its cheerful notes ringing out.
Five corpses lay on the ground, along with some crimson scales.
Mu Yaoyao and Yan Linlang's gazes were feverish as they frenziedly attacked Su Yuntao, explosions ringing out without pause.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had been hunted by several Deity Transformation Cultivators. They had fought their way out at the cost of two Fifth Order Puppet Beasts and a Fifth-Order Talisman Soldier, and even so, they had suffered severe injuries.
"Daoist Wang, if you don't want to die, hand over the Xuantian Treasure."
Mu Yaoyao said coldly. Her Fifth Order Spirit Flame could freeze all things, including Heavenly Treasures, causing them to lose much of their spirituality, though it was still inferior to Nether River Water.
"You're crazy! I'm not him. You've mistaken me for someone else!"
Su Yuntao shouted loudly. The