Yang Yu watched the nine transparent blades shoot toward him, his expression turning grave.
A palm-sized jade token suddenly appeared in his hand.
The jade token emitted waves of white light, enveloping the area within thirty zhang.
The nine transparent blades entered the white light, tearing through it with ease. The light offered little interference against the Soul-Concentrating Spikes.
This jade token was merely a mid-grade soul-defense magic treasure. Against Song Wen's Nascent Soul peak divine-sense attack, it was utterly inadequate.
The Soul-Concentrating Spikes drove straight ahead and pierced the head of the monster Yang Yu had transformed into.
The monster immediately seemed to have suffered a grievous blow, the blood-colored shell covering its body beginning to tremble violently.
Then, a long gash suddenly split open across the monster's head, and a figure was squeezed out by the trembling shell.
It was Yang Yu.
His expression remained unchanged. Clearly, he had not been affected by the Soul-Concentrating Spikes.
The Blood Kui Beast had borne the Soul-Concentrating Spikes' attack for him. Under the intense pain, it had therefore ended its fusion with him.
Yang Yu hurriedly summoned a shield.
The shield burst forth with dazzling golden radiance, protecting the space above his head.
Purple Palace Divine Thunder descended!
Like a purple waterfall, it instantly swallowed Yang Yu's figure.
Several hundred li away, Song Wen, who had fled far away using the Life-Substitution Technique, felt a faint sense of disappointment at the sight.
Clearly, the Purple Palace Divine Thunder would find it difficult to injure Yang Yu.
Before the three could catch up, Song Wen used the Blood Escape Technique again and fled another three hundred li, arriving at the foot of a great mountain.
Then, he took out the Double-Faced Buddha and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence onto it, dyeing