"Bastard!"
Bai Lengjun stood atop a patch of ruins, his eyes fixed fiercely on Hua Qiang's Formless Clone as it charged invincibly through the battlefield, slaughtering in all directions. His teeth ground with a creak.
Just moments ago, he had exhausted every ounce of strength, joining forces with disciples from numerous sects to trap those demons. He had been on the verge of reaping the spoils, of becoming the focus of countless gazes and having glory draped upon him.
Yet that bastard had pulled a Cheng Yaojin halfway through the journey, rendering all their efforts futile.
And in doing so, he had forged that bastard's invincible bearing.
That bastard had done it on purpose!
One thought flashed through his mind again and again: he had to make that bastard pay for blood with blood.
Old hatred and new grudges now tangled together within him. Fury filled his chest until he felt as though his entire body were about to explode, his mind nearly plunging into a berserk state.
A blood-red setting sun hung above the Outer Realm Battlefield, staining heaven and earth in a bleak, piercing crimson.
Hua Qiang's Formless Clone stood in the center of the battlefield. Its colossal body, tens of thousands of feet tall, resembled a giant pillar holding up the sky. Every breath it took stirred whistling Gale Force, scattering and then gathering the thick stench of blood around it.
The Clone's entire body was sheathed in dark-golden flowing light—the protective Gale Qi condensed by the Formless Cultivation Method. Beneath the dying sun, it gave off a cold metallic gleam. Every inch of its skin seemed forged from ten-thousand-year black iron, radiating a pressure that made hearts tremble.
"Roar—"
An Outer Realm Demon a hundred zhang long leaped from a pile of corpses. It resembled a