When everyone used the Qiankun Escape Technique to arrive above the Blood Sea, they saw Zhunti's Primordial Spirit desperately holding out against Minghe and Kunpeng's combined assault.
Following Wu Chu were not only the Three Kunlun Brothers, Nuwa, and Red Cloud, but also the anxious Jieyin and Fuxi, who had come with Nuwa.
All eight of them were among Xuanmen's foremost figures.
Yet at that moment, raging waves rose from the Blood Sea and crashed toward them.
In the distance, wind and lightning roiled through the Blood Sea. Within that storm, a colossal bird that blotted out the sky opened its beak to swallow the heavens, as if it intended to devour Zhunti's Primordial Spirit in one bite.
Zhunti's Primordial Spirit shone with golden light as it struggled to resist, but strands of conspicuous black qi coiled within that radiance. Like maggots gnawing at bone, they eroded his Primordial Spirit.
No one knew whether Zhunti's true body had already been blasted apart. Only his Primordial Spirit remained, while the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree, in which Wu Chu had placed such high hopes, was now reduced to nothing but its trunk.
Two streams of sword light twisted through the towering waves like dragons, tangling around that precious tree trunk.
The first thing Wu Chu felt upon seeing this was disbelief. The second was that his master might scold him afterward.
Zhunti was simply too miserable!
Wu Chu took out the Central Wuji Apricot-Yellow Banner and gave it a light shake. Ten thousand Golden Lotuses blossomed overhead, blocking the surging blood waves crashing toward them. At the same time, he shouted, "Kunpeng, Minghe, you have some nerve! You dare collude with the Demon Lord and endanger the lives of Xuanmen disciples!"
The moment Wu Chu arrived, he slapped a black hat onto the