The Yin Fiend Ghost King's devastating explosion from within had not only gravely wounded Venerable Bone Nether, but also torn the spine out of the demonic alliance. That terrifying pressure, almost at the deity transformation stage, abruptly vanished, replaced by the righteous alliance's mountain-shaking, sea-roaring battle cries and flames of vengeance!
"The Ghost King is destroyed! Bone Nether has fallen! Kill-!!!"
Someone shouted first, and the demonic cultivators, whose morale had already been crushed beneath the Ghost King's pressure, collapsed completely. The Ghost Spirit Sect disciples in particular had seen their patriarch gravely wounded, his survival uncertain, and their sect's ultimate reserve destroyed in a single stroke. How could they have any will to fight left? They threw away their helmets and armor, wailed for their fathers and mothers, and fled for their lives toward the rear of the canyon, deep into the Nether Abyss.
"Where do you think you're going!" Lu Yun's hair and beard bristled as he controlled the thousand-foot azure sword phantom formed by the Giant Sword Soaring-Heavens Formation. It blocked their escape like an impassable chasm, sword qi sweeping in every direction and cutting down dozens of fleeing Ghost Spirit Sect elites in moments.
Yet faster than the Ghost Spirit Sect's rout came the betrayal and self-preservation of its demonic "allies."
"Yan Luo! You dare strike me from behind?!" Though Venerable Bone Nether was gravely wounded and near death, he still sensed the sinister Fire Crow attacking from behind and unleashed a howl of utter venom. Amid the chaos of the Ghost King's explosion, Yan Luo of the Demonflame Sect had brazenly activated his imitation Southern Bright Li-Fire Crow. Its heaven-incinerating karmic fire had not blasted toward the alliance, but instead swept maliciously toward the severely wounded Venerable Bone Nether as he tried to escape!
"Hmph,