Ghostly qi swept across the area. Wherever it passed, the Asura Sect disciples unlucky enough to be struck wore expressions of agony, their bodies trembling violently as their life force rapidly drained away.
Countless corpses fell from the sky like a rain of bodies.
Only a very small number of Foundation Establishment disciples and several Golden Core cultivators escaped unharmed. Even so, they staggered sharply, blood spilling from their mouths as they fell from the air.
Among them was a figure entirely shrouded in a black cloak, utterly unaffected.
"Extreme Yin, you cannot escape."
Ghost Suanni pursued the black-cloaked figure relentlessly.
Song Wen's expression was grim. Breaking the formation earlier had consumed a considerable amount of his spiritual power.
Moreover, Ghost Suanni and Blood Brow were no easy opponents, and neither had truly made a move yet; their spiritual power was still abundant. Thus, Song Wen had no desire to continue entangling himself with them.
And Song Wen vaguely sensed that Blood Brow and Ghost Suanni still had another card up their sleeves.
With a wave of his hand, Song Wen launched three lightning spears, intercepting Ghost Suanni behind him.
At the same time, a great deal of blood mist rose from his body as he prepared to use the Blood Escape Technique to flee.
Just then, a stream of white mist suddenly surged up from the mountain range below Song Wen.
The white mist was like a towering pillar that held up the heavens, shooting straight into the sky.
Before Song Wen could successfully use the Blood Escape Technique, the white mist crashed into the blood mist.
Carrying an extreme chill, the white mist instantly froze the blood mist into a semitransparent crimson ice crystal, sealing Song Wen within it.
With a thought, Song Wen activated the Blood Sea