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"Fight-our-way-out!"
Luo Derun's hoarse roar exploded amid the seething energy storm, and his withered body suddenly erupted with a savage aura that seemed almost to burn.
"Ninth Soul Skill-Red Scythe World: Blood Miasma Devours Life!"
Boom!
A scarlet domain, dark as congealed, tainted blood, abruptly expanded around him.
The red domain was viscous beyond measure, as though the entire space had been soaked in putrid blood. Countless indistinct blood shadows twisted, struggled, and wailed silently as they churned wildly within it.
Anything that touched the blood miasma-whether the phantom Wind Eagle talons Cheng Wenge drove downward, the lingering molten flames falling with Ding Daoheng's giant rake, or even the Phantom Cherry Blossom petals drifting through the sky-dissolved with a piercing hiss.
Soul power was corroded at a frenzied rate, while spiritual perception was maliciously dragged and hampered by the sticky blood.
Wherever the blood miasma passed, even Xia Ruxin's layered Forest Burial Formation illusion, with its tangled roots, was forcibly eaten through, leaving a massive scarlet breach that kept collapsing and writhing as it tried to fill itself.
No white remained in Luo Derun's eyes, only two flickering masses of savage scarlet soulfire.
Without so much as looking at Cheng Wenge and Ding Daoheng, who had been briefly driven back by the blood miasma, he became a vicious streak of dark red light that tore through the bloody mist. Before the illusion could fully repair the enormous blood-red breach, he hurled himself desperately toward the opening the miasma had pierced-the gap in the southern mountain pass.
His field of vision suddenly opened up, and light stabbed into his eyes through the breach corroded by the blood miasma.
The mountain wind howled. He could