Pure white Dao-sage water and fire surged across heaven and earth. Above, below, and in every direction, nothing remained but boundless white. Sword Radiance flashed, and white rosy clouds slashed down. Bang!
The black demon king's head fell at the sound, plunging into the void. Black blood spurted from his severed neck, and a woman struggled out through the wound, looking utterly bedraggled.
The remaining demon body crumbled bit by bit. A young man with a grave expression stepped out of it, clad in crimson-black armor covered in vicious spikes. Sinister Dai Xi demonic qi gathered behind him like a towering barrier.
"[Wangjing], cover me."
Indistinct shadows immediately surrounded the pair, seeking to conceal them within the Gloomy Netherworld and evade the water and fire for a moment.
Had Xu Xuan been there, he would certainly have recognized this man as the Dying Zheng Purple Mansion cultivator who had fought him in Azure Leaf Sky all those years ago. His cultivation was still at the middle stage.
Both came from the so-called Wusheng Devil Court, hidden somewhere along the boundary between the Western Sea and the outer sea. Today, unusually, they had fought their way here, surviving until now by exploiting the way Dai and Hearing the Nether could invade and shelter within one another.
Jianchou's face had been scorched and cracked by the water and fire. He merely shouted:
"Three Peng, obstruct the Dao!"
His voice had barely fallen when Dying Zheng responded.
Three streams of qi suddenly emerged from the crown of the Crane Daoist's head, distinctly Green, white, and blood-red, each becoming a strange thumb-sized creature. The Green qi became a blue-robed Daoist with a crooked dark crown and filthy robes. One hand held a crumpled memorial, while the other clutched the white crane's crest feathers, shrilly