Crossing the River, Then Tearing Down the Bridge

"Golden Cicada, protect me!"

Di Liuxin had indeed summoned Golden Cicada up. As he was driven back step by step, he could no longer hold back from forming a hand seal and shouting.

A colossal Dharma Form surged up from below, charging toward them at breakneck speed.

"You ants!"

Wu Jiu merely glanced at it before launching a fierce attack. Black power wove together into a sky-filling barrage of spikes, which rained down on Golden Cicada's Dharma Form the next instant.

Cracking sounds rang out without pause, and the cicada's cries were just as ceaseless.

Wails of anguish mingled with savage bloodlust. In the end, the Dharma Form could no longer shield the figure within; the attacks tore through the cracks and pierced straight inside.

In the blink of an eye, Yixian within was drenched in blood, staining the sky.

Even so, there was still no sign of him waking.

Not only that, Golden Cicada's Dharma Form grew even more ferocious. It healed again in the blink of an eye, then immediately charged in front of Di Liuxin.

Han Yu watched with gritted teeth. The old bastard was deliberately using Yixian as a meat shield.

From beginning to end, he hadn't cared in the slightest whether Yixian lived or died.

Di Liuxin gave a cold smile. He really had never cared whether this monster lived or died. From the moment it lost its usefulness, it could die at any time.

Han Yu, however, wasn't about to let him enjoy himself. He abruptly cut in.

"Are you still planning to keep your platform?"

He had already sensed the Artifact Spirit making its move. This time, the outcome really was settled.

At the same time, the familiar rumbling sounded from the platform once more. Almost everyone looked at Han Yu in surprise.