"Five Plagues" Patriarch's gray robes billowed as he lowered his eyes to regard Pei Ling. He smirked inwardly. Almost halfway...
"To hold out this long against me is truly remarkable."
"Once this instruction is over, I'll head to the Eternal Night Desert and investigate the problem with the Fallen Immortal Seal..."
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In the battlefield, the Yellow Sand rushing into view had turned entirely crimson. A sickly-sweet stench blanketed the land, so thick it seemed almost tangible, assaulting Pei Ling's sense of smell.
Thud, thud, thud... Hooves and claws trampled heavily over the grit as more and more Demonic Beasts charged toward Pei Ling. But unlike before,
the moment they drew near, the saber qi he unleashed cut them into heaps of shredded flesh. Their blood spilled across the ground like water from a burst wineskin.
As the number of Demonic Beasts he slew climbed, Pei Ling's aura grew stronger too, and his cultivation gradually recovered to the late stage of Dao Integration.
Seeing that "Five Plagues" Patriarch still wasn't making another move, Pei Ling grew confused.
The Patriarch had used his power to forcibly weaken Pei Ling's cultivation from the late stage of Dao Integration to the middle stage. Why wasn't he taking the opportunity to attack, instead simply watching him recover?
Was his opponent deliberately giving him a chance?
Or... had "Five Plagues" Patriarch already made his move?
At the thought, Pei Ling's heart sank. He was facing the Patriarch of the demonic sect. It could only be the latter!
Yet the system had issued no warning, and he had no idea what other means "Five Plagues" Patriarch had used...
Pei Ling sensed that something was off, but under the system's control, his saber never slowed!
Blood-red saber qi of varying shades tore through the sky, weaving into