Su Shi'er nodded calmly. Though the plan had been improvised, he had come prepared for the possibility that he might not emerge unscathed.
At present, the Three Sects of the Phantom Star Sect had indeed suffered grievous losses. Yet his appearance had also caused the Demon Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty's Nascent Soul Stage cultivators to fall one after another, leaving them equally devastated.
If he could seize the resources in several Nascent Soul Stage cultivators' Storage Pouches, gain a deeper understanding of the mysterious Venerable Lord, and even use the opportunity to divert the other party's attention and turn from light to shadow—
This trip... had not been a loss.
At the very least, he had already done everything within his power.
Seeing this, Lin Wuyou said no more. With a flicker of his body, he widened the distance between himself and Su Shi'er.
As his demonic cultivation technique circulated, sinister Demonic Qi spread across his body. His robes and hair stirred without wind, murderous light blazing in his eyes as killing intent surged skyward.
"Su Shi'er, die!"
The shrill howl, bolstered by Demonic Yuan, pierced through the clouds and tore through the sky, echoing through every corner of the formation.
As soon as the words fell, Lin Wuyou raised a hand and drew through the air. Then he thrust forward fiercely. Vast Demonic Yuan shot forth like a rainbow piercing the heavens, crashing violently into Su Shi'er with a thunderous boom.
Demonic Yuan erupted, instantly destroying the remaining half of Su Shi'er's body.
The body formed from Essence, Qi, and Spirit exploded in midair, scattering into dust and vanishing.
Only a faint cluster of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, wrapped in an arcane force, soared into the sky and shot eastward.
Without Su Shi'er, the formation's controller,