Ning Wuque's Demonic Transformation
The fleeing Body Integration Cultivators' eyes went dull. Seizing the opportunity, the Demonic Dao's Body Integration Cultivators attacked their Righteous Path counterparts.
The Righteous Path's Body Integration Cultivators were either badly wounded or fled for their lives on the spot.
A streak of green light suddenly flashed in the void, revealing Qu Sidao. He transformed into a Green Escape Light and shot through the air, covering ten thousand yards in an instant.
"He actually survived?" The Black-robed Youth was somewhat surprised. He was just about to stop him when a shocking White Sword Qi slashed toward him. The Black-robed Youth flicked his sleeve, sending a huge, shadowy black palm flying to meet it.
Rumble!
The enormous black palm was shattered by the White Sword Qi, which appeared before the Black-robed Youth in an instant, on the verge of cleaving him in two.
Countless black runes lit up on the Black-robed Youth's right arm as he swung it at the White Sword Qi.
Clang!
The White Sword Qi was smashed to pieces by the Black-robed Youth, and waves of air surged outward.
A streak of white sword light shot through the air. In less than two breaths, it vanished beyond the horizon. By then, the so-called Righteous Path stronghold had already been occupied by the Demonic Dao.
Shi Lang descended from the sky and landed before the Black-robed Youth.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ning, we owe this great victory to you. Without you, we could never have achieved such a result." Shi Lang smiled, a trace of wariness in his gaze.
No one dared underestimate someone who commanded more than a dozen Void Refining Stage Ghostly creatures.
"Hmph, I'm here for revenge, not to help you." The Black-robed Youth sneered.
His features blurred, transforming into Ning Wuque's face.