"Once I swallow him and break the seal, you'll be mine."
The Behemoth Beast grinned at Taiyuan, its terrifying maw opening wide, making it look all the more dreadful.
An ordinary person would have been scared unconscious at the sight alone.
Then it ignored Taiyuan entirely and brought Little Red in its hand toward its own gaping mouth.
Its skeletal underlings were powerful, yes, but apart from their defense and brute strength, everything else about them was too horrible to look at.
Take speed, for instance. They were slower than even a Nascent Soul Realm expert. Those five idiots would never catch Taiyuan—he had to do it himself.
"Damn it. If Little Red gets swallowed, Master will scold me to death. And I won't be able to escape either. Besides, Little Red is my elder. He can't die so easily."
Taiyuan immediately calmed down and began assessing the situation.
Little Red was his master's companion, as well as his elder, and had always treated him well. If Little Red died, Taiyuan would never forgive himself—and he certainly would not be able to get away afterward.
Little Red absolutely could not die.
"Fine. I'll risk everything."
Taiyuan's expression suddenly turned ruthless. The aura around his body surged wildly, breaking through from the late stage of Spirit Transformation directly into the peak of Spirit Transformation.
The next moment, Taiyuan's aura began strengthening without limit, already surpassing the bounds of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
He was burning his cultivation, his divine soul, and his origin.
All for one strongest strike. As long as he rescued Little Red, he could escape.
"Ultimate Nine Swords—slash!"
Taiyuan roared and unleashed the sword strike he had been gathering for so long. An incomparably sharp flash of sword light pierced through space and arrived directly at the Behemoth