Liu Yu recalled the contents of Essentials of Demonic Cultivation and knew how to maximize his own gains. Darkness spread through his heart, wicked thoughts sprouting unchecked. In the end, he did not intervene to help.
His pupils were pitch-black and fathomless. With his eyes lowered, he controlled the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades, slowly wearing down the cross-shaped wind blade while quietly holding back a fraction of his strength.
Meanwhile, faced with the pink-robed man who had descended into complete madness, Yao Yunsong felt a chill in his heart and cold sweat streaming down his face. He wished he could slap himself twice. Why had he run his mouth earlier?
He now had only one top-grade magical artifact left. He could only grit his teeth and use it to contend with the Red Bone Claw, taking such a beating that he could not fight back.
As for his opponent's Pink Folding Fan, he could only hold it off with a superior-grade magical artifact, supported by spells and talismans.
But the gap between these two artifacts, in both quality and power, was far too great. He could barely stall for time, and the slightest lapse would send the situation spiraling out of control.
Even so, Yao Yunsong still tried to drag things out, waiting for Liu Yu to free himself and come to his aid.
Yet he was destined to be disappointed.
Just as someone pretending to sleep could never be awakened, a fellow disciple with no intention of helping would always arrive a step too late.
Yao Yunsong's rescue never came. Instead, three spheres resembling black marbles flew toward him from tricky angles, concealed among the attacking spells.
The spheres were black and utterly unremarkable, yet they carried an aura that made his hair stand on end. By the time he