Madam Hong's expression, meanwhile, was more solemn than ever.
The hand seals she formed shifted constantly, her aura surging with astonishing force.
Yet the instant Cultivator Tu finished speaking, Madam Hong's movements came to an abrupt halt.
The startling momentum of her surging True Yuan vanished in an instant!
"Hmm?"
The sudden turn of events made Cultivator Tu's eyes widen in utter disbelief.
Before he could react, Madam Hong's figure flickered and vanished from where she stood.
When she reappeared, she was directly behind Cultivator Tu.
"Madam Hong, you..."
Cultivator Tu glared furiously, already faintly realizing something.
"Fellow Daoist Tu, none of these people are weak. Even if I answer their attacks, I absolutely will not be able to withstand them. Instead, I may well be severely wounded by them!"
"Besides, this body is merely one of your avatars. Sacrificing it will have only limited impact on you."
"At worst, once I escape, I will find a way to help your true body restore its foundation."
Madam Hong's voice rang out. As she spoke, bloody mist surged up around her body.
The mist churned, emanating an inscrutable aura.
Clearly, she was employing a secret escape technique, and it had reached its critical juncture.
Yet the bloody mist enveloped only her alone.
The meaning behind her words was even clearer—she plainly intended to abandon the companion before her.
"You..."
Cultivator Tu flew into a towering rage. Fury roiled in his chest, and the crown binding his long hair shattered outright.
His full head of hair scattered behind him like spilled ink.
At that moment, he was consumed by rage and hatred!
But before he could continue speaking, two more enormous attacks descended from behind.
BOOM!
With a deafening blast, even the defensive bell reinforced by essence blood could no longer withstand