After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's strike, the Ancient Forbidden Formation surrounding Sun Peak finally shattered. With a single swing of his sword, he shaved away hundreds of mountain peaks within a hundred-mile radius.
The strike was done. Xu Yi could no longer keep his twin life wheels under control. In an instant, they drew tightly together and sank into his already-dead flesh.
A bizarre scene unfolded. A faint, clear radiance suddenly rose from his dead body, and signs of life appeared once more—though they were exceedingly faint.
"Fortunately, there's still a second life. Fortunately, there really is a second life."
Inside the Starry Sky Ring, Desolate Charm was so excited he was ready to thank every god in sight. He marveled inwardly at the formidable vitality of the shaman body. With this brief reprieve, there might still be hope.
Before Desolate Charm could finish the thought, several streaks of light shot into the scene. "Quick, save Brother Wu!"
Several hundred yards away, the calamity demon vanished, and Wu Xiuxian reappeared. But Wu Xiuxian's whole body was shattered; he had barely half a breath left.
Kuang Zhaohui charged at the front, with only a few others, including Jiang Xinghan, following behind.
The battle had been far too intense. When Wu Xiuxian created the calamity demon to possess him, the tens of thousands of cultivators watching had scattered almost to a man.
Even if they still wanted to watch the spectacle, they had to consider whether their lives could afford it.
By the time Xu Yi had stirred up an even grander scene, aside from Kuang Zhaohui, Jiang Xinghan, and four or five others who bore direct responsibility for Wu Xiuxian's life and death and had stubbornly remained at a distance, everyone else had taken cover.
Now, as Kuang Zhaohui and the others rushed