Song Wen and Rong Shao simultaneously unleashed hundreds upon thousands of strands of spiritual power, sweeping wildly in every direction and knocking away all the hundreds of chain fragments encircling them, lest Lü Ling set up the formation again.
However, that was unnecessary.
With the formation shattered, Lü Ling's suspended body suddenly swayed violently. Blood gushed from his mouth like a spring, instantly staining the front of his robes red. How could he possibly have the strength to set up another formation?
Strike him while he was down and take his life!
Fearing further complications, Song Wen dared not delay in the slightest. He immediately controlled the Soul-Splitting Blade to slash out again, striking directly at Lü Ling's face.
At the same time, Song Wen lunged forward, charging toward Lü Ling to kill him.
Endless madness and venom showed through Lü Ling's somewhat pale face.
"I will remember this grudge. One day, I will grind the two of you into pieces and extract your souls to refine your spirits!"
Before his words had faded, Lü Ling flipped his hand and produced a silver talisman.
The talisman abruptly shattered, and silver light flared.
Beneath the silver glow, Lü Ling's figure gradually turned illusory.
Tu You, who stood several zhang behind Lü Ling, suddenly became extremely flustered.
"Lord Lü Ling, please take me with you!"
Tu You lunged forward, but caught nothing. He merely passed through the silver light.
At that moment, a cold gleam struck his chest.
His entire left chest was instantly minced apart, and his left arm was severed at the shoulder.
The tremendous force of the Soul-Splitting Blade also sent him flying away.
"Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, capture Tu You. I want him alive."
Song Wen halted and raised a hand, shooting out a strand of spiritual power