Lan Jingqi's scattered, fragmentary doubts suddenly connected into a single line at that moment.
The Demonic Cultivators were no fools either. From the very beginning, they had directly sent cultivators capable of holding the field, yet the Profound Heaven Sect's suppression of demonic qi had far exceeded their expectations, leaving them unable to promptly recover their original cultivation.
Only when the barrier cut off spiritual qi and weakened the suppression did they manage to reveal their true strength.
In a place like Profound Heaven Street, with the barrier's support and the assistance of numerous Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators, the presence of a single Spirit Transformation cultivator was enough to determine the course of the battle.
The corner of Lan Jingqi's mouth twitched. He could not tell whether he wanted to laugh or curse.
"You are a talent." The young man spoke with a trace of regret in his voice. "What a pity."
With a wave of his hand, a tide of blood surged in from every direction, sweeping toward Lan Jingqi. It blotted out the sky and covered the earth; there was nowhere to evade, no time to dodge, and no way to defend.
Lan Jingqi gritted his teeth and raised a barrier of spiritual power, blocking the blood outside. Yet the blood's corrosive power was more than twice as strong as before—the barrier sizzled, its spiritual glow visibly dimming by the second.
He could not hold on.
One side of the barrier was violently pierced through. A blood arrow shot inside, accurately punching through his right arm. Blood splattered. Lan Jingqi let out a muffled groan, staggered, and dropped to one knee.
After striking his arm, the blood arrow swiftly melted into bloody water, spreading over half his arm and madly corroding his skin.
Flesh was dissolving,