Blood Slaughter's aged voice still echoed through the void when the several hundred Asura Race experts moved.
They were not charging. They were closing in for the kill.
They surged in from every direction, their blood-colored killing intent blanketing the heavens like a tide and compressing the stretch of void where Chu Yunshang stood into a crimson prison less than a hundred zhang across.
The Asura Race's fighting style was exceptionally savage. Every strike was aimed at taking a life.
More than a dozen Emperor Venerables in the front row simultaneously brought forth blood-colored spears. At their tips gathered the Killing Intent accumulated from a lifetime of slaughter. That Killing Intent was neither vital energy nor law, but something more fundamental—the curses of the dying, the resentment of dispersing souls, the despair of extinguished lives, all compressed into that tiny point of blood-red light.
Yet Chu Yunshang did not retreat, did not dodge, and did not even quicken her pace.
With the Black Giant Coffin on her back, she simply walked forward, one step at a time.
Her steps were unhurried, as though she could not see the Asuras descending upon her from all over the sky. Every step was steady and composed, as if she were strolling through her own backyard.
But around her, the holy light had already transformed from a gentle white into an eerie gray. It was not dimming. It was a qualitative transformation.
White represented holiness. Gray represented indifference. And black represented death.
Two completely opposing powers were sealed within her Sacred Bone: one was the innate holy power of the Sacred Bone, capable of purifying all things; the other was the Ruthless Demon Dao she had comprehended through slaughter, capable of exterminating all things.
These two powers had coexisted within her for years, suppressing