Crack! Crackle!
As the three Xia elders were blasted back, the protective eternal light surrounding them, round as eggs, suddenly shattered.
Immediately afterward, shocking crisscrossing cracks and wounds appeared all over their bodies.
"You have only just entered Thousand Heng, yet you can wound us so badly. Turbid Daoist, you must not be allowed to live!"
In their haste, the three exchanged glances, seeing the shock on each other's faces—and even threads of fear.
They were all late-stage Thousand Heng Level cultivators!
"So close... so close to letting you succeed..."
Li Qingyun's Turbid Dao clone let out a low roar. The ruptures between the brows of his three Dao Heads swiftly healed amid the surging turbid aura.
Yet lingering fear remained in his heart.
They had arrived far too quickly.
Having only just entered Thousand Heng, he had not had time to adapt to the new realm before being subjected to a barrage of attacks. If the foundation of his turbid Dao demonic body had been even slightly weaker, he might have been blasted apart just now.
"Little bugs of the Xia clan, just you wait!"
Using the gap created by blasting the three away, the Turbid Dao clone finally managed to roughly stabilize the fluctuating aura of Ten Thousand Jun.
With a shake of his body, his towering dark demonic form, as immense as several Great Universes, rapidly collapsed in an instant. At the same time, he sank beneath layer upon layer of Netherworld Void and swiftly vanished.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Ignoring the reopening wounds on their bodies, the three Xia elders immediately armored themselves, boosted their cultivation, and chased beneath the Netherworld Void with secret artifacts in hand.
Boom!
But in the next instant, hundreds upon thousands of newly condensed dark divine patterns of ring-chains