The lingering might of the Death Spiral Array had yet to dissipate, and the silver-purple glow of the star formation still flowed through the air when Bibi Dong suddenly moved. Ignoring her standoff with Lin Zhixia, she condensed her Rakshasa divine power into a pitch-black afterimage and lunged toward the top of the pass wall as if teleporting—where Tang San was locked in fierce combat with Qian Renxue. His Sea God Trident had just knocked aside the Sun Sacred Sword, leaving his back completely exposed.
"Tang San, die!"
The icy shout came with piercingly cold evil power. Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to turn and defend himself, but it was already too late. With a shriek sharp enough to tear apart a Divine Soul, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe savagely pierced his chest. Pitch-black Rakshasa divine power surged wildly into his body through the wound, instantly destroying his meridians and disrupting the circulation of his divine power.
"No—!"
Lin Zhixia's cry tore through the sky as her silver-purple figure shot forward like lightning. Qian Renxue stood frozen as well. She had never imagined that her fair battle with Tang San would be interfered with. Seeing the demon scythe embedded in Tang San's chest, even the Angel God's radiance faltered for an instant.
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blue-gold blood. The Sea God Trident slipped from his hand and fell, while his body went limp and toppled downward. Bibi Dong pulled out the demon scythe and looked at his dying state, a sinister smile curling across her lips. "Lin Zhixia, I never expected Dugu Bo to matter so much to you. But Tang San... has ultimately become your regret."
Lin Zhixia leaped up and caught the falling Tang San steadily. Blue-gold blood soaked through her robes, its warmth