Above Yellow Sand Mountain, countless fly-whisks transformed into white streams, surging down in a vast, sweeping tide.
Even Blood Celebration True Person had no choice but to retreat a hundred zhang, dodging the Dao streams of the fly-whisks.
Yet when Blood Celebration True Person retreated a hundred zhang, those streams pursued him for a hundred zhang.
Blood Celebration True Person's face immediately flushed crimson with fury. He raised a hand, and the Demon Shadow Spear flew back. In an instant, it split into three, then three into nine, stabbing dazzling flowers of spear-light through the air.
Before those spear-flowers, every fly-whisk turned into white light and scattered away.
"Purple Fortune, old Daoist, your lifespan is nearly spent. Are you sure you want to wade into these muddy waters?" Blood Celebration True Person looked toward the air, where a cultivator in purple robes stood with a flying sword in hand, poised to strike.
Then he looked to the side and saw that Ye Haiyan, whose shoulder he had severed more than halfway through, had already cut off one of his own arms and activated the fourth-rank formation once more. The enormous sword tower gathered again in the air, while all the spiritual energy atop the spirit mountain condensed toward it.
Clearly, the other party had realized that his Demon Shadow Spear carried deadly poison and had severed his own arm beforehand. Such decisiveness was chilling.
"Blood Celebration, Old Devil, do you think this is Demon Pass Prefecture? Once Qianchen True Person returns and marches on your Demon Pass Prefecture, don't you dare become a turtle hiding its head in its shell!" Purple Fortune True Person shouted coldly, and the treasured sword in his hand descended in a flash of sword light.
Beside Purple Fortune True Person, Duan Chuanyun of the Duan