"Purple Clad King Jing!"
Zhu Wushi halted, staring gravely at Purple Clad King Jing. His dragonlike eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit as he prepared to move away from him.
But Purple Clad King Jing snorted coldly and stepped forward, assuming a stance. His two claws hovered over Zhu Wushi from afar as two streams of scarlet qi rapidly gathered in his palms. The surrounding airflow intensified with his hands, forming spiraling currents as the pressure suddenly soared.
Returning Yuan Blood Hand!
Clearly, Purple Clad King Jing's martial arts had risen to another level compared to before.
Zhu Wushi's expression became even graver. The pressure emanating from his opponent felt almost tangible and lingered without fading, making him feel as though he were dueling countless invisible enemies in the surrounding air, unable to advance an inch.
He immediately realized that unless he defeated this man today, it would be difficult for him to interfere in Jiang Dali and the others' battle.
Fortunately, the fighting within the ice structure over there was still intense.
From the series of resounding impacts, it was clear that Jiang Dali was at a disadvantage. Yet with his powerful body, he should be safe for the moment.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaofeng and Bu Jingyun had already broken out of the encirclement of countless Beast Slaves under the combined cover of Xie Xiaofeng, Xiao Feng, Dongfang Bubai, and the others. They were about to escape Sou Shen Gong.
Having assessed the situation, Zhu Wushi was completely reassured. With a tremor of both palms, he unleashed both hands at once. In an instant, not only did his entire face turn violet, even his head and hands became so purple that they were nearly translucent. In a flash, he devoured and cleared away all the crushing pressure released by Purple