"What other trick does this bastard have?"
As his expression changed, Yue Divine Son was also greatly torn, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
The unknown was a "great tribulation" to cultivators.
Especially for a Mahayana powerhouse like Wei Tu, one valued by a Tribulation Transcendence Patriarch and appointed deputy realm lord of a realm.
With even the slightest misstep, the one driven into a desperate corner this time could very well be him.
"But if he is merely putting on a show, this hard-won chance to capture and kill this bastard will be lost as well!" At this thought, a ruthless gleam flashed in Yue Divine Son's eyes. He immediately raised a hand and formed an incantation seal.
The next instant, the "blood-red silk net" and the yellow sands blanketing the sky around "Wei Tu" suddenly tightened.
At the same time—the [Filthy Blood Demon] deeply embedded beneath Wei Tu's abdomen grew forelimbs within a breath. Its blood-smeared ghost claws fiercely clawed at Wei Tu's dantian, instantly piercing through his flesh and digging deeper inside.
Yet a moment later, the sinister [Filthy Blood Demon], its face twisted in a vicious grin, wore a bewildered expression, as though it could not believe that there was no Wei Tu Nascent Soul in the dantian as it had expected.
Inside was deathly still, utterly empty.
"Was it truly only a divided soul?" Yue Divine Son, who had likewise noticed this scene, also looked grim.
"Leave first! We cannot linger in battle. We can seek another chance to deal with Wei Tu another day..." In an instant, Yue Divine Son settled upon his plan. With a sweep of his sleeve, he took Wei Tu's "remnant body" and all the demonic treasures he had deployed into his sleeve, intending to withdraw at once.
This was