Until Death Do Us Part [Thanks to "Reborn in Tomato as a Forgetful Daoist" for the generous reward!]

Everyone stared at the figure standing at the far end of the long street, all four arms spread wide.

The mountain-like phantom formed from four-colored True Essence slowly dissipated before Ye An.

Outside the formation, Elder Lu stared at the scene as though it had dealt his entire worldview a crushing blow, gazing blankly at the young figure within the light screen.

He was not the only one. Many martial artists, both inside and outside the formation, had witnessed this scene.

At the end of the long street, Black Crow's wild grin froze.

The dark-red light in his palm was fading, and the supply of vital energy and blood from the grand formation beneath his feet was rapidly dissipating as well.

What was going on?!

His gaze snapped toward his back. Just as he was about to see what had happened—

Crack—!

Two muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously. Number One's arms suddenly broke off at the shoulders, blood spraying out in fan-shaped arcs and splattering across Black Crow's back.

Number One's body pitched forward violently. His knees hit the ground, and he remained upright like a dead tree that had been snapped in half.

Every blood vessel in Number One's severed arms had burst. Blood dripped from his fingers onto the formation patterns.

With Number One's special constitution gone, the grand formation's dark-red vital energy and blood were rapidly retreating.

Black Crow had poured all his concentration into launching that attack, and Number One had finally seized that barely perceptible opportunity.

He discovered that amid the scattered vital energy and blood constantly circulating around him, he could exert slight control over some of its energy.

But there was far too little—so little that it was not enough to break free of Black Crow's control.

Yet he knew there was