The instant he saw Su Jiu caught in the ring of demonic qi, Chu Luohen's lips tightened further.
Even the others below, who could do nothing to intervene, looked tense.
Even the Dao Companions who had been arguing all this time fell silent.
Chu Luohen unleashed a dense barrage of arts at the demonic beast, abandoning defense entirely. Though somewhat startled, the beast still wore its sinister grin.
Although Chu Luohen's cultivation was lower than its own, his control over his arts was nothing short of divine. In the end, the demonic beast could not withstand such a concentrated assault.
After dodging the first two attacks, it was struck by every remaining art.
Perhaps this time it truly felt the pain, for its already hideous faces grew even darker.
Although the demonic beast had trapped Su Jiu's ankle in its ring of demonic qi, she never stopped forming arts in her hands.
With Chu Luohen standing in its way, the demonic beast also realized it could not get any closer to Su Jiu.
It chuckled twice, then stopped trying to approach her and began forming hand seals like a cultivator.
Just as Su Jiu finished forming another art in her hands, her expression suddenly changed.
Everyone below could clearly see blood beginning to seep from Su Jiu's ankle, as though something were slicing it open.
Crimson blood dripped from her ankle into the blood pool. As time passed, the wound grew deeper and deeper. By now, her ankle had twisted into an utterly unnatural angle, as though someone had forcibly snapped it, leaving her left foot barely attached to her lower leg.
Anyone with eyes could tell that if she landed on the ground, that foot would no longer bear any weight.
Yet even so, she could not leave her