Song Wen watched as the two seventh-rank Thunder Hou were suppressed one after the other, and a glimmer of delight appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, I have you to thank for your help this time. If I had relied on myself alone, I fear I would not have been able to take down either one of them."
Song Wen's tone was sincere, not feigned.
He knew that even if he used the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, he did not have absolute confidence that he could kill the relatively weaker female Thunder Hou.
Within the Annihilation Abyss, the Thunder Hou possessed every advantage of timing and terrain, and the strength they could wield far surpassed that of cultivators at the same realm.
"Forget the thanks. Just tell fewer lies in front of me from now on," Ying Wu said.
"I swear upon my Dao heart that from this day forward, I will not utter a single false word before Fellow Daoist," Song Wen said with utmost solemnity.
"No need for further words. Enter the formation and collect the Thunder Hou essence blood."
As soon as Ying Wu finished speaking, a gap split open in the barrier of the sword formation before him.
Song Wen passed through the opening and flew above the enormous sword suppressing the male Thunder Hou.
A cascade of blood surged out beneath his feet, flowing down along the giant sword and seeping into the rock below.
A moment later, the blood cascade flowed back into Song Wen's body.
Before him, however, there was now a scarlet blood sphere the size of a washbasin.
Song Wen took out a broad jade bottle he had prepared long ago and stored the blood sphere inside.
Then, using the same method, he collected the essence blood of the