Whether it was Qin Fengming or Holy Lord Nie Po, neither had any intention of confronting Zou Rui's enormous blood body head-on anymore.
That blood body's attacks had already surpassed the bounds of the Three Realms. Even a combined attack by over a thousand artifacts, or the self-detonation of Qin Fengming's Smoke Moon Crystal Stone talisman array, was utterly incapable of matching the power of a casual palm strike from the blood body.
Such terrifying attacks from the blood body should never have appeared in the Three Realms, yet they had truly appeared.
Holy Lord Nie Po was worthy of being one of the Three Realms' top Mahayana cultivators. He had clearly found a way to deal with the attacks of a descending Immortal. Seeking no merit but only to avoid mistakes, he relied on a strange object to nimbly dodge Zou Rui's blood body palm strikes amid the sky-obscuring dark mist.
Qin Fengming's method was somewhat easier. A hundred or two hundred li away, chaotic energy surged around him as he activated the spatial-origin Spirit Pattern and fused himself into the void. Only a Shadow Incarnation remained, shooting through the vast area and luring the blood body into striking at it.
With such a great distance between them, even though Zou Rui's divine sense was powerful, finding Qin Fengming, who was concealed in the void through the spatial-origin Spirit Pattern amid the scattered chaotic energy, was no easy matter.
Repeated attacks accomplishing nothing filled the enormous blood body with fury. Amid a furious roar, blood light suddenly erupted around it, and a thick, bloody aura gushed forth. The orange-red color of its body abruptly became even more dazzling.
"You two juniors think you can avoid being slapped to death like this? Dream on!"
Amid a furious bellow, the enormous