The scarlet, blood-like waters of the mire churned as though they had been brought to a boil.
This region was turbulent and chaotic, filled with an aura of destruction.
Before Mo Yu and Panwu Qing arrived, they heard a scream from afar, one filled with alarm, fury, and unwillingness.
It was Song Shi's cry.
Yet he was nowhere to be seen.
Only the mire, churning like waves of blood, seemed to prove that this Dao Ancestor Dharma body from Three Purities Temple had sunk within it!
The scream soon came to an abrupt end.
Mo Yu and Panwu Qing both felt chills run down their spines.
They had arrived one step too late. From afar, they had only seen Song Shi's figure fall into the mire, with no time left to save him.
Without question, Song Shi's Dharma body had been destroyed by the corrosive aura filling the mire!
In the distance, Su Yi gripped a bare sword hilt, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and smiled. "You came too late."
The skin all over his body had split open, blood streaming down and soaking his robes. His face was as pale as paper, and he was grievously wounded and utterly bedraggled.
Especially when he smiled, the sight was particularly chilling to Mo Yu and Panwu Qing.
"But you have already reached the end of the road!"
Mo Yu stepped forward. His wide sleeves billowed as countless dazzling golden secret Dao inscriptions surged forth and blasted toward Su Yi.
This was a peerless divine ability of the Confucian School. Every secret inscription brimmed with strange, hidden power of the Laws, carrying terrifying might.
Su Yi did not resist. His figure flowed downward like water spilling across the ground, plunging into the mire below and vanishing beneath it