The clash between Shen Luo and Longtan had looked complicated, yet it ended within a few breaths, greatly shocking Bai Xiaotian and Zen Master Mo Ye in the distance. The two of them had only barely managed to hold off the demonized Baoshan together, while Shen Luo had cleanly and decisively slain Longtan alone.
Shen Luo panted softly and raised a hand. A streak of silver light flew out from Longtan's mangled remains—it was a silver ring.
He caught it, put it away without even looking at it, took out and swallowed a restorative pill, then flashed toward Chan'er. Vampire vanished along with him in a flicker.
Zhanguo ignored Longtan's death and stared fixedly at the enormous Dharma form surrounding Chan'er.
Brilliant golden light shone upon him, and the demonic energy within his body rapidly dissipated. Much of the savagery faded from his expression, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Seeing Zhanguo like this, the Black Demon Head showed a flicker of Rage, but it immediately concealed it. It suddenly turned toward Chan'er, blood-red light blazing from its eyes.
The demonic head opened its huge mouth, and countless blood-colored light threads shot forth, sweeping toward Chan'er.
There were an enormous number of those blood-colored threads, like a surging black tide rolling in, accompanied by dense, ear-piercing whistling sounds.
"Master Golden Cicada!" Bai Xiaotian cried out in alarm at the sight.
The Demonized Baoshan also fled backward under the golden light of Chan'er's Dharma form. Bai Xiaotian immediately broke away from the battle and shot toward Chan'er like lightning.
But he was far too distant from Chan'er at this moment and clearly could not arrive in time to save him.
At that moment, a figure flashed before Chan'er. Shen Luo appeared out of thin air, flipped his hand,