Chu Mo raised his hand and drew the soul of a newly slain Nine Truths Gate cultivator into the Profound Banner, feeling a faint surge of satisfaction.
With [Realm Yin-Yang] keeping him invincible, and the chance to gather souls to nourish the Netherworld Soil along the way, he no longer wanted the Flood Dragon Spirit to die so soon. Nowhere else could he gather so many high-quality souls.
Just as Chu Mo's gaze roamed the battlefield, searching for his next target,
countless crystalline droplets abruptly appeared in the surrounding vacuum. They quivered lightly, then shot toward everyone in an instant, each drop weighing as much as a mountain and faintly radiating piercing murderous intent.
"An ambush!"
Someone shouted a warning, but it was already too late.
Two Nine Truths cultivators were fully occupied defending against the Azure Depths disciples' Divine Abilities. Caught off guard, they were struck by the countless droplets. Their protective treasures held for only an instant before shattering with a thunderous crash.
In the blink of an eye, both bodies dissolved into nothing, killing them on the spot.
"You dare!"
Yuchen's face turned livid. His ice-blue Treasure Mirror blazed with light, freezing the droplets hurtling toward him in midair. He whipped his head around to look beyond the battle.
Over a dozen figures had silently appeared there at some unknown point.
The three at their head possessed vast, unfathomable auras; all were at late Golden Core. The woman in the center had black hair cascading like a waterfall and robes white as snow. Adorned with pearls and colorful shells, she dressed quite differently from the humans of Fuli.
[Level 38 · Bai Li]
"Dragonkind..."
Chu Mo's eyes flickered. Not only were these newcomers dragonkind, but the woman leading them was someone he knew.
"Dragonkind wants