Su Yang caught a glimpse of it, and alarm bells blared in his heart. How could he dare let that Blood Mist draw near?
His mana and cultivation might not be inferior to Qu Teng's, and his comprehension far surpassed his; yet his physical body had merely been transformed from Innate Nine Heavens Light Spirit Qi. It possessed neither the solidity of a Heavenly Dao Dharma Body nor the resilience of a Chaos Demon God—when it came to body shells, he was actually less sturdy than Qu Teng.
If that Blood Mist enveloped him, then even if he possessed Tongtian means, so long as he had not attained Sainthood, he would surely be reduced to powder.
His thoughts flashed like lightning. His form abruptly dispersed into a wisp of breeze and swiftly retreated several li.
Seeing this, a flicker of delight crossed Qu Teng's eyes. He immediately formed a hand seal, and the Blood Mist gushing from his pores instantly swelled threefold, thick as slurry as it churned and surged, closing in from all directions. It sought to seal heaven and earth shut, leaving Su Yang no path of escape—to capture him alive and devour-refine him, seize his essence blood and Primordial Spirit, aid his own breakthrough into the realm of true-form manifestation, and make the Great Dao within reach!
How could Su Yang let him have his way?
With a sweep of his sleeve, the Nine Heavens Gale exploded with a roar, howling as it swept up and transformed in an instant into a violent tornado that scythed toward the sky-full Blood Mist.
Clang! Bang! Keng!
The sound of metal clashing erupted without end—within that tornado, there were actually ten thousand flying blades caught up in its currents, crashing into one another, spraying cold glints as their terrifying momentum