Blood Corpse Mountain

"Tai He, don't panic. I'm coming to help you."

Xi Ling's voice rang out.

She had already dealt with the blackwater spear hurtling toward her.

Under her control, an invisible force seemed to connect the ten blades of her Mother-and-Child Blades.

The blades spun around the blackwater spear at high speed. Without touching it, they sliced it into countless tiny droplets.

They kept cutting until the spear became a cloud of black mist drifting in midair.

Seeing Tai He threatened by two blackwater spears, Xi Ling sent the blades toward one of them without hesitation, using the same trick again.

At that, Tai He stopped activating his Minor Teleportation Talisman.

Though he had drawn the talisman himself, making it had cost him dearly. He had few left, and it was better to save them for a life-or-death moment.

Tai He continued to wield the Plaguefall Banner. Green poisonous mist poured out and surged toward the other blackwater spear.

Together, he and Xi Ling destroyed both spears.

"Yinshuo, you dared to set me up? You're courting death!" Tai He roared, beside himself with rage.

The green poisonous mist lunged at Song Wen like an enraged dragon.

Song Wen shot backward and fled high into the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Tai He, wait! With a powerful enemy before us, how can we fight among ourselves?"

"You despicable wretch! You still have the gall to say we shouldn't fight among ourselves? Keeping you alive would be the greatest danger!" Tai He shouted.

He meant those words not only for Song Wen, but for the other eight Nascent Soul Cultivators as well.

He had already wanted to kill Song Wen and seize the Bronze Key Coffin in his hands.

By diverting the danger onto him, Song Wen had given him the perfect excuse to strike.