"My origins...? You are not worthy of knowing them!"
The azure fox mask vanished from Yin Qingxue's face, replaced by a cold silver-armored mask.
The eyes beneath the mask carried an air of lonely pride and arrogance.
"What a big mouth. What an arrogant fellow. But whether you tell me or not, what difference does it make to you or this Cult?"
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"Since you know of the Blood Sea Alchemy Furnace Soul Refining Formation, you should know that within this array, no matter what treasures you possess, death will be your inevitable end!"
The Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess sneered and interlaced her hands, forming seals once more.
Streams of hand seals flew out and vanished into the surrounding space.
The myriad blood threads encircling Yin Qingxue underwent another transformation, their crimson strands intertwining.
In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a spherical orb of light covered in strange patterns.
Sinister, uncanny radiance flowed through the patterns etched across the orb.
At its center, Yin Qingxue stood proudly in the air, his body trembling slightly. Even with the azure Battle Armor protecting him, the True Yuan within him ran wild like horses that had broken free of their reins, spilling uncontrollably outward.
"An inevitable death? Today, I shall properly experience this legendary ancient evil array for myself."
"Cold Moon Twelve Odes - Pine Shadow Slash!"
The True Yuan in his body was draining away, utterly beyond his control.
Yin Qingxue knew clearly that he did not have many chances left to strike.
He had never expected to break this array. So long as he could tear open a single crack, it would be enough for him to escape.
After all, if he could not leave before the True Yuan in his body was exhausted, he truly would be