The Golden Core Ghost Cultivator was entangled in the Nine Nether Earthfire and could not break free for the moment. The heart-searing sensation left him in such agony that he wished he were dead. Gritting his teeth, he took out a small white sword, intending to sever his own arm to escape the torment of the flames.
But he had only just taken out the sword when the woman opposite him said coldly, "No need to go to all that trouble!"
Then a Long Halberd reached his chest. With a wet thud, it pierced straight into him.
Next, Du Siwen gripped the Long Halberd in her right hand and twisted it hard. The Golden Core Ghost Cultivator looked down and saw a great hole in his chest, clear through from front to back.
That was the last sight he saw before he collapsed to the ground.
Du Siwen beckoned, recalling the Nine Nether Earthfire, then charged toward the blood pool like a madwoman.
By then, Xu Qingtong had sunk to the bottom of the blood pool. The Blood-Transforming Pool's powerful corrosive force was eating away at his body.
A fierce, stabbing pain struck him, making the unconscious Xu Qingtong shudder involuntarily and slowly awaken.
Once awake, Xu Qingtong felt as though ten thousand ants were gnawing at his bones. The unbearable pain was several times worse than when he had practiced the Heavenly Fire Body-Tempering Art years ago.
Where am I? Unable to open his eyes, Xu Qingtong could only release his Divine Sense. Yet the moment it left his Niwang Palace, the pain doubled in intensity.
I know-this is the blood pool Leng Yuan used to reconstruct his body! Xu Qingtong instantly recalled what had happened earlier.
Where is Leng Yuan? Why isn't he in this blood pool?
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