Samsara

The old man's expression shifted between light and dark. The calm gleam in his eyes vanished; after a flicker of hesitation, murderous intent surfaced once more.

Radiant divine light burst from his body, forming a sturdy barrier that held back every descending force of law a hundred zhang away.

The surrounding space was sealed by terrifying Dao power. Samsara couldn't even shift through space to escape.

The lifelong cultivation of a Demon Emperor was burning at its utmost. Though his body was in ruins, his strength had not weakened in the slightest. The surrounding Celestials were far too weak to pose any threat to him.

The Scarlet Dragon Armor had shattered. Shi Lan's body had suffered wounds unlike any she had ever endured, and pale purple blood sprayed in every direction.

Hiss!

A streak of pale golden sword light flashed toward the old man's neck. Golden Rainbow, frantic to protect its master, could no longer hold back and struck.

But it was merely a spirit treasure, and the gap between its strength and the old man's was as vast as heaven and earth. Before it could get within five steps of him, it was forced back. Cracks appeared along its blade, and its spirit was badly damaged.

The Spirit-Burning Art consumed one's life force. In just a few breaths, more than half of Shi Lan's lifespan had been burned away. Of the thousand years allotted to a Heavenly Dipper cultivator, seven or eight tenths were already gone. White strands were beginning to show amid her dark hair.

Samsara stood rooted to the spot, countless plans flashing through its mind, yet it still couldn't find a way to escape.

Shi Lan's cultivation was far below that of this Demon Emperor. Her body simply couldn't withstand a clash of power on this