While Su Yueli was sent flying, free of her restraint, the underground palace had completely turned into a hell of slaughter.
Riding the shockwave from detonating his origin, Motian Xing pounced like a rabid dog at the remaining righteous-path masters!
"No—!"
"Brother Xun, save me!"
Squelch! Squelch!
Piercing screams rang out one after another.
Suppressed by the Nine Nether Vein Heaven-Refining Formation and stripped of their cultivation, Xun Wudao, Ancestor Gantian, Chu Huayu, and the others had no way to withstand Motian Xing in his crazed state.
Dozens of dark crimson blood chains pierced through space, skewering the remaining dozen or so Fourteenth Realm masters in midair one by one!
Miserable howls echoed through the underground palace. More than a dozen dynasty ancestors who had once shaken their respective lands were frantically drained of their Qi and Blood and Divine Souls by the great formation amid utter terror and despair. Within only a few breaths, they all became shriveled corpses and fell from the air.
Broken bones and severed limbs littered the ground, while the depths of Yin Mountain were dyed into an ink-black sea of blood!
Having devoured the lifelong cultivation and Divine Soul of more than a dozen experts of the same realm, Motian Xing floated silently above the sea of blood.
Bzzzz—!
The aura around him began to climb at a hair-raising speed!
Fourteenth Realm Early Stage... Fourteenth Realm Middle Stage... Fourteenth Realm Late Stage!
Demonic might gushed from his body, and he even seemed faintly on the verge of crossing the threshold of Fourteenth Realm Late Stage.
The Yin Mountain Ruins in the sky completely collapsed. Heaven and earth split apart, blood rain fell from nowhere across tens of thousands of miles of void, and boundless black qi wholly shrouded the skies of the Great Yan