"Yan Zhi!"
The moment Yan Zhi fell, Nie Yun, whom he had been holding, fell with him. Fortunately, the Third World had neither space nor time; otherwise, that single fall might have been enough to wake Nie Yun.
Nirvana required peace and could not be disturbed. Any problem in the outside world could easily cause one to suffer a cultivation deviation.
With a beckoning gesture, Tantai Lingyue caught Yan Zhi and Nie Yun. Only after examining them did she let out a breath of relief.
Nie Yun was still in the midst of Nirvana and had not suffered much harm, nor did he show any signs of a cultivation deviation. Everything remained stable. As for Yan Zhi, although his injuries were grave, for an Immortal Lord expert possessing an Immortal Body, so long as his soul had not been completely extinguished, he could slowly recover.
It was just that this injury had damaged his origin. Without hundreds of millions of years of recuperation, it would be difficult for him to heal completely.
"Hmph, let's see which of you can stop me!"
Having beaten Yan Zhi half to death with one move, the Asura King strode down through the air. Heaven and earth boomed in response. Within his spread fingers, a mass of pitch-black power flickered between life and death, as though he could punch through heaven and earth with a casual wave.
"This is the Asura King's Blood-Soaked Divine Palm. Sister-in-law, fall back. I'll stop him!"
Nie Tong's brows jumped.
His soul had once coexisted with that of the Asura King, and their thoughts had been completely identical. If anyone in this world knew the Asura King best, it was undoubtedly Nie Tong.
He knew every one of the other party's moves like the palm of his hand.
It was