Ku Yan lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, unable to rise for a time.
Traces of black-and-yellow lightning still lingered within her body.
She desperately circulated her mana, attempting to expel the power of lightning from within.
But suddenly, a scarlet torrent descended from the heavens and swallowed her whole.
The next instant, the torrent rose from the bottom of the pit like a coiling dragon, yet Ku Yan had vanished without a trace.
The torrent split into several blood pythons of varying sizes and lunged at Li Chen and the others.
Under the fierce assault of countless flying swords, Li Chen and the others were already scrambling in all directions, perilously close to disaster. They had no time to resist the suddenly attacking blood pythons before being swallowed whole in a single bite.
The blood pythons racing through the air began to contract, and Ying Wu appeared beside Song Wen.
"Boring. Not one of them could put up a fight." Ying Wu looked thoroughly uninterested.
Song Wen smiled faintly but said nothing.
His and Ying Wu's strength could be said to place them among the tiny handful at the very peak of the Profound Realm.
One was at the early stage of Tribulation Transcendence, the other at the middle stage. How could they, along with several Mahayana cultivators, cause the two of them much trouble?
What was more, these people had only recently switched cultivation arts. Most of the methods they used still followed their old ways, and they had yet to bring out the true power of the Corpse King Reincarnation Art.
The scarlet blood gradually receded into Song Wen's body, leaving behind only a small patch. Its surface writhed, and the heads of Ku Yan and the others emerged.
"Who are you people, and why