"How could he possibly be this strong?!"
The demonic mist around Tunmo Old Monster dispersed, revealing the face of a pale middle-aged scholar. His hands trembled uncontrollably as terror surged through his heart, and he said shakily, "My apologies, this Li will be taking his leave first!"
Gritting his teeth, the demon's body exploded directly, turning into countless threads of blood that shot in all directions.
Yet after flying less than a hundred zhang, those blood threads abruptly faded until they vanished completely. Even the demon's aura could no longer be sensed.
This was precisely the secret ultimate art of the Wushi Demonic Palace—the Myriad Void Netherblood Escape. It was one of the foremost escape techniques in this realm and even possessed spatial attributes.
It could ignore a Fifth-grade Barrier. So long as a single blood thread escaped, he would not truly perish and could recover completely in the future.
A cold sneer curled across Ning Fa's lips. "Naive."
He abruptly pressed down with his right hand. Space shook violently, and the void seemed to transform into a lake as surging lightning rolled like towering waves.
The countless blood threads that had vanished were forced back into view.
The lightning instantly turned pure gold, radiating an aura of utmost yang and rigidity. It was the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder.
Beneath this divine lightning, the blood threads melted away one after another.
In the end, several dozen blood threads suddenly converged, reforming Tunmo Old Monster's figure. However, his aura had plummeted, and he had clearly suffered grave injuries.
Terror covered his face. He immediately dropped to both knees and cried out, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I am willing to form a Soul Contract with you and acknowledge you as my master! Please spare this Li's life!"
Before his words had even faded, space