Within the shrill, invisible sword light, the two Horned Demon Imperial Sons, Mingyu and Greatsword, were scared out of their wits.
They wanted to flee, only to discover that the Void Cloud Veil—the strongest escape treasure in their hands, forged by an imperial artisan of their clan—had already been damaged by a single strike in the Yin Yang Void Realm.
Escape?
There was nowhere to escape!
"Kill!"
Driven into a corner, Imperial Son Mingyu let out a furious roar.
She burned her bloodline. Blood light illuminated every direction, and a space ten zhang wide abruptly expanded to a hundred zhang, suffused with a bloodlike crimson hue.
Thirty-six pitch-black rings took on a fresh, vivid color, adding an even more tragic air. The thirty-six rings formed a net, wrapping around the hundred-zhang crimson space as they enveloped the location above that their body-refining instincts sensed amid life and death.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The shrill sword light fell in an instant.
Boom!
A world-shaking crash rang out. Dense cracks appeared across the hundred-zhang blood-red space, while the net formed from the thirty bloodstained treasure rings dimmed in an instant.
It would collapse the very next moment!
They were no match at all.
"Kill!"
At the critical moment, the Greatsword Imperial Son charged in.
He burned the bloodline of the imperial clan, his Blood Qi rising like wolf smoke straight into the heavens.
He carried a gigantic sword wreathed in bloody flames across his shoulder and surged forward with a hundred-zhang Chaos Space. His power passed straight through to the sword tip, condensing into a single point as he hacked toward that terrifying sword light.
Boom!
"Pfft!"
The two Horned Demon Imperial Sons were struck as if by lightning and vomited blood.
Their hundred-zhang-tall bodies staggered backward. Much of the scaling on their bodies