The Road of Cultivation Is Fraught with Peril
Yuan Qing forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his body and thrust his spear at the giant sword falling from above.
Currently, he is facing both internal and external troubles.
His only chance of survival is to defeat Purple Cloud as soon as possible.
Yuan Qing disregarded everything and mobilized all the Law Power within his body, his spear emerging like an angry dragon from the sea.
"Boom!"
The spear and the greatsword clashed.
The greatsword was forcefully repelled.
Purple Cloud used the same tactic again, creating distance between herself and Yuan Qing while simultaneously using her shield to ram into Yuan Qing, hoping to wear Yuan Qing down.
Yuan Qing tossed his spear, which flew out of his hand, bypassing the oncoming shield, and thrust towards Purple Cloud.
At the same time, he clenched his fist and punched the incoming shield.
"Bang!"
The shield was blasted away.
Yuan Qing's fist was a bloody mess, revealing the white bones beneath.
On the other side.
Purple Cloud's greatsword and shield were knocked away. Faced with the suddenly shot spear, in desperation, she could only summon another longsword and slash at the spear.
"Clang!"
Purple Cloud felt a numbness in her arm. The immense force from the spear not only deflected the longsword but also made her stagger slightly.
At the same time, the spear was also blocked by this attack, deflected, and grazed past Purple Cloud's waist.
Just as the spear was about to pass by, it suddenly jerked and lashed out at Purple Cloud's waist.
Purple Cloud's protective Law Power immediately dissipated.
His waist was instantly torn apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere, his bright red internal organs exposed, and blood gushing out like a torrent.
She was also thrown out by the force of the blow, leaving a bloody trail in the seawater.
Purple Cloud flew about a mile before she could barely regain control of herself.
She recalled her greatsword and shield, glanced at Yuan Qing with some resentment, and turned to leave.
She was already seriously injured and dared not continue to covet the treasures on Yuan Qing's body.
Yuan Qing's expression relaxed slightly when he saw Purple Cloud leave.
The pill he had just swallowed had severely depleted his Essence Blood, and coupled with the corrosive effects of the external poisonous miasma, he felt as if his physical body was about to collapse at any moment.
He activated his movement Movement Method and continued flying towards the top of the crack.
However, he had only flown a few miles.
Suddenly, a cold light pierced through the seawater, striking him with lightning speed.
After a brief moment of shock, Yuan Qing became furious.
The cold light was from a short blade about a foot long; its power was negligible and posed little threat to him.
Deep down, he felt a surge of anger, like a tiger fallen into a pit, being bullied by dogs. He was in such a bad state that any petty person would dare to provoke him wantonly.
"Get out of here!"
Yuan Qing did not summon his spear, but instead raised his large, fan-like hand and fanned the short blade.
To meet a blade barehanded.
The short blade was easily knocked away.
His palm had a thin, long cut.
This seemingly insignificant wound caused Yuan Qing excruciating pain.
He looked at his hand and saw that white-gold flames were emerging from the wound.
The flames seemed to have a life of their own, spreading rapidly as if they were about to completely engulf him.
"Yang attribute spiritual fire!"
Yuan Qing's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly activated his magic Law Power to extinguish the spiritual fire.
However, there was no flesh left in his palms, only bare bones.
Yuan Qing looked up. There, a figure was rapidly crossing the seawater, rushing straight towards him.
Upon seeing the person's appearance, Yuan Qing's face twisted in anger, and he roared through gritted teeth.
"Extreme Yin! So it was you, you coward, who sought your own death!"
Yuan Qing was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, heading straight for Song Wen.
He curled his fingers into a claw and reached out to grab Song Wen.
Just as the sharp claws were about to strike Song Wen, a figure flashed.
A Silver Corpse at the mid-stage of the third rank suddenly blocked Song Wen's path.
The sharp claws pierced straight through the Silver Corpse's chest, and violent corpse energy surged out from Yuan Qing's hands.
The Silver Corpse's body rapidly expanded, like an inflating balloon.
Then, with a 'boom,' it exploded and shattered into pieces.
Yuan Qing's speed did not decrease, and his bone claws continued to grab at Song Wen.
In contrast, consider Song Wen.
For the brief moment that the Silver Corpse blocked Yuan Qing, a large amount of lightning surged from his body, making him appear like a thunder god walking in the depths of the ocean.
Thunderstorm Technique!
Thunder, like a silvery waterfall, surged forth from Song Wen's body, carrying boundless and magnificent heavenly power, and poured down upon Yuan Qing, who was standing nearby.
Yuan Qing was instantly engulfed by the lightning.
His body surged with corpse energy, forming a solid defense that kept the raging lightning at bay.
The power of the thunder was unstoppable; the corpse energy melted away as quickly as spring snow under the fierce bombardment of the lightning.
Despite the lightning, Yuan Qing continued charging towards Song Wen.
A Great Lu shone from Song Wen's body.
Great Lu couldn't even hold on for a moment before being pierced by the sharp claws.
Behind Great Lu was a black shield, formed from the condensed Origin-Returning Sha Qi.
The bone claws gripped the black shield.
A murderous glint flashed in Yuan Qing's eyes, and he let out a low roar.
"Break!"
However, the black shield was more powerful than he had expected.
Unlike Great Lu, the black shield did not shatter upon impact; instead, it managed to hold on for a while.
The Black Frost Blade appeared in Song Wen's hand without him noticing, and Song Wen handed it forward.
The lightning strike depleted Yuan Qing's protective corpse energy, and the blade tip aimed directly at Yuan Qing's chest. However, the low-grade magic Law Treasure, the Xuan Black Frost Blade, couldn't pierce Yuan Qing's flesh.
After Yuan Qing unleashed the <Undying True Corpse Transformation>, his physical body became as if forged from steel, indestructible.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if mocking Song Wen's overestimation of his abilities, daring to engage him in close combat.
He raised his other hand and slammed it down on Song Wen's head with a palm strike as heavy as Mount Tai.
The black shield failed this time and shattered with a crash.
The giant hand continued to slam down, landing on Song Wen's head.
Song Wen's head exploded instantly.
Only half of its body remained, as it plummeted into the deep sea.
Before Yuan Qing could make a further move, he felt a figure suddenly appear behind him.
White-gold flames surged from Song Wen's hands, and he slammed them onto Yuan Qing's back.
He discovered that Law Treasure could hardly harm Yuan Qing's physical body, but the Jade Radiance Flame could inflict considerable damage on him.
Yuan Qing was startled and hurriedly activated his internal Law Power to try to extinguish the spiritual fire behind him.
Suddenly.
He was shocked to realize that the flow of Law Power within his body had become sluggish.
His prolonged use of the "Undying True Corpse Transformation" technique resulted in a significant depletion of his Law Power.
At the same time, the continuous erosion of the miasma and the excessive depletion of his Essence Blood by the Blood Spirit Pill overwhelmed his physical body, damaging his meridians.
This combination of factors has pushed his Law Power and physical body to the brink of collapse.
An ominous premonition enveloped Yuan Qing's heart.
He turned and struck out with a palm, forcing Song Wen back. Then, he used all his internal Law Power to extinguish the Jade Radiance Flame behind him.
However, his back was already a horrifying sight. It was riddled with holes, revealing bare bones.