While Bai Yujun and the two False Saints were locked in a profound and mysterious Dao Competition, the Black Corpse, its face twisted into a vicious mask, suddenly stirred. As though struggling to adapt to its body, it tried to take a stiff step forward. Black water immediately surged into a bridge beneath the Black Corpse controlled by San Hui. Moving seemed terribly difficult; it swayed and struggled to take another step, the black-water bridge advancing with its feet as it laboriously approached the floating Dragon Soul Nascent Soul...
Complex and profound Great Dao Rules manifested around Bai Yujun.
Expressionless, she looked down arrogantly upon the Black Corpse as it approached step by step.
By now, she had seen through every part of her opponents' scheme. The Dao Competition was not the killing move. The true killing move was still the fusion of the mortal San Hui and the Black Corpse. She was somewhat curious about who exactly controlled the Black Corpse now.
The hastily altered plan was riddled with holes.
If the one in the Hell Abyss had acted personally, Bai Yujun might truly have turned and fled at once.
But that one had been sealed by the remains of the Ancient Nether Dragon, pinned beneath the Hell Abyss and unable to emerge. Bai Yujun could see it through the dragon eyes of the three newborn dragons. Moreover, a figure only she could see stood beside her, accompanying her across the River of Time. The Ancient Nether Dragon's remains were not so easily controlled; the relevant arrangements had been prepared long, long ago.
The True Saints' and the one deep in hell's real objective was somewhat unfathomable, unexpected, and utterly mad.
Her opponents had already risen above base pursuits. They appeared to have exhausted every stratagem to slaughter a