Motian Xing stared at Su Yueli, too shocked for words.
He possessed the body of the Fourteenth Realm and the formation's reinforcement—how had a mere mortal martial artist beaten him until he coughed blood with two punches?!
And that fist intent...
That punch had directly shaved away his lifespan.
How could such a bizarre and tyrannical fist technique exist in this world?!
At that moment, Su Yueli slowly withdrew her fist and stood above the blood pool.
"The Demon Sect's leader has lived so long, yet two punches are enough to make you unable to stand steady?"
Motian Xing clenched his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He knew full well that he could not clash physically with this freak. He viciously stomped on and shattered a formation pattern beneath his feet, his figure instantly splitting into dozens of illusory demonic shadows as he retreated deep into the underground palace through the blood mist!
"You do run fast." Su Yueli frowned slightly as she watched the demonic shadows scatter.
At the same time, the surviving cultivators throughout the underground palace were gritting their teeth as they resisted the formation's slaughter.
Though they had been suppressed to the middle stage of the Thirteenth Realm, these Fourteenth Realm mighty figures who had lived for millennia were not helpless trash waiting for slaughter.
Xun Wudao summoned his black-gold imperial robe, transforming it into a golden curtain of light that shielded himself and several others nearby.
Ancestor Gantian pressed his palms together, densely packed life-saving runes lighting up around him as he forcibly withstood the blood-red chains crashing down from all directions.
"Everyone! Do not lose your footing!"
Xun Wudao shouted loudly, forcefully suppressing the panic in his heart.
"That devil has been severely wounded by Lady Yueli and does not dare