Move quickly, don't stop!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Any prodigy who could cultivate to such a realm had the potential to become a Venerable.
How could they allow themselves to perish here?
In but an instant, the prodigies of several races swiftly withdrew from the battlefield.
Before long, only Jiang Shu, the trapped Ming Wuya, and the Peerless Genius from Star Pavilion watching from afar remained in Mirror Abyss.
Star Pavilion's rules prevented him from casually intervening in such a conflict.
Seeing this, Ming Wuya's pale face twisted into a knot. He had never expected the situation he had painstakingly arranged to be dismantled by Jiang Shu in just a few words.
"The lord was right."
His voice became even hoarser and more grating, like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"You truly are an anomaly."
Jiang Shu's gaze sharpened before he smiled faintly. "So you finally admit it?"
Ming Wuya did not answer. What he had just said had been transmitted through a secret technique that only Jiang Shu could hear.
Then he suddenly bit through his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Bone Spear.
That blood was not red, but a viscous dark-blue fluid that exuded a nauseating aura of decay.
"Nine Nether Yellow Spring!"
With a harsh shout, every inch of Ming Wuya's skin split apart, revealing dark-blue muscles beneath.
Those muscles writhed like living creatures, rapidly tearing apart the gray net.
His body grew to three zhang tall. Curved bone horns sprouted from his head, while his spine pierced through his flesh, forming segment after segment of Bone Whips.
This was the Underworld Race's true form.
The Yellow Spring Body, which cast aside everything from life and wielded death as its power!
This was a forbidden supreme art of the Underworld