However, before the two could draw near,
Xiao Muzi, who was confronting Feng Heyu in the distance, narrowed his eyes. Dense, eerie blood-red patterns spread across his resolute face.
A long cry rang out from the sword on his back.
In an instant, the sword and its sheath soared into the air. Though the blade remained sheathed, its overwhelming momentum stirred up surging blood clouds that came flooding in.
Boundless killing intent instantly shrouded Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu, making their hearts tremble. Their offensive faltered, and they immediately withdrew.
The two figures then traced separate arcs through the air, each landing among the cultivators of their respective sects.
On the other battlefield, a Demon Shadow Palace figure dressed in black was locked in fierce combat with Master Shanzai.
Yet as the two fought, not a trace of evil aura leaked forth. Instead, Buddhist light flashed repeatedly, and Buddha Essence surged.
The moment the formation broke, the Man in Black flickered. Moving like a ghost and leaving afterimages behind, he swiftly retreated to where the Demon Shadow Palace cultivators were gathered, landing beside the apparently badly injured Lin Wuyou.
From the formation's destruction to the temporary halt in battle, only an instant had passed.
"Damn it! That brat slipped through the net again!"
Less than thirty meters from Su Shi'er, Cheng Jingfeng clenched his fist and shot Su Shi'er a vicious glare before immediately leading his people to steady themselves nearby.
Su Shi'er narrowed his eyes, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever, without the slightest ripple.
His eyes shifted slightly as he swept his gaze across the battlefield, considering how to deal with what came next.
At that moment,
Venerable Tianhong steadied himself, swiftly swallowed a healing spiritual pill, and looked toward Zong Lu of the Demon Shadow