As soon as the words left his mouth, Ji Lu formed a Magic Seal. A towering, dark and frigid torrent surged up behind him—a gray-black waterfall of pure Yin Qi, roaring as it rushed forward. Within it were countless stunning young men and women, some voluptuous, some slender, each with their own charms. Their bodies were translucent, their resentment soared to the heavens, and their faces were twisted with hatred. Bloodshot eyes fixed on Pei Ling as they howled and lunged at him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The waterfall of Yin Qi blotted out the sky, bearing down with the force of thunder as it met the surging Bloodlight.
Saber Qi crisscrossed like a vast net, spreading across the entire firmament. In the blink of an eye, it shredded the Vengeful Souls and dispersed the Yin Qi.
Frost-cold blades tore through the void, their momentum undiminished as they howled toward Ji Lu.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...
In an instant, countless streams of Saber Qi pierced Ji Lu's Dao body, riddling him with holes as blood sprayed everywhere. Yet his vitality remained untouched. In the space of a breath, every wound had healed, and his aura surged higher still, growing faintly similar to Pei Ling's!
His white robes billowing like snow, Ji Lu formed another Magic Seal!
The blue firmament was suddenly stained crimson, like dried blood.
In the blink of an eye, the entire night sky turned into a surging expanse of black and red, like a sea of blood beneath the dark of night—deep, frigid, and turbulent. Countless heads emerged upside down, like an endless spread of tumors, packed together and hanging high above.
Every head was that of a small child, no more than three or five years old. Their eyes were shut, and their brows bore intricate,