Vast amounts of blood and life force drained away in an instant. Ning Wuye's face turned deathly pale, but ignoring the agony from his severed arm, he immediately flew his sword into battle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
In moments, Ning Wuye was quickly driven onto the back foot. But just then, a gigantic phantom abruptly appeared. One hand slapped all the foreign races flying, while the other seized Ning Wuye and whisked him away.
Spirit Transformation?!
Ning Wuye was startled. In the blink of an eye, the phantom had carried him before a cultivator covered in wounds, clad in a gray robe and jade crown. It was none other than Zhong Kui Yueji!
Zhong Kui Yueji had forcibly entered Spirit Transformation!
Realizing this, Ning Wuye was about to ask him what had happened when his friend spoke at lightning speed. "Come with me. I can find the exit!"
Ning Wuye immediately nodded. "All right!"
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Beneath the nine stone pillars.
The terrain around him shifted again and again, yet Pei Ling still stood suspended in midair. High above, the tribulation clouds slowly changed shape.
The arcs of lightning weaving through them gradually drew together.
After a long while, ten thousand tribulation bolts fused into a single blade, forming a colossal sword that reached the heavens. It came crashing down at Pei Ling!
The strike swept all before it, bearing the force to cleave through everything. It crashed down as if the entire firmament had taken up a blade in an invisible giant hand, intent on personally slaying Pei Ling.
Even the thick darkness of the Eternal Night Desert, so dense it seemed almost tangible, was split apart by the blow.
At the same time, Pei Ling was without thought, without desire, without fear, without anger. Clutching the Nine Souls Blade in