"Fight!"
Shi Zhao's eyes had turned red with bloodlust. Besieged by thousands upon thousands, even she could not emerge unscathed, but not a single opponent could withstand one exchange with her.
Fear gripped them all. Pure-blooded creatures, descendants of gods, even the spirit bodies of Venerables-no one knew how many she had already slain.
As for the wounded, they were beyond counting. Often, before they even approached the heart of the battlefield, a stray shock wave swept over them. A graze meant injury; a hit meant death.
"Just keep her surrounded! There's no need to fight her to the death. Kill the other one first!" someone shouted. This was no brainless move, but an overt stratagem meant to unsettle her.
Shi Zhao's expression chilled. By now, she had revealed her true appearance, and some had recognized her.
Still, everyone believed this was another spirit body, merely one that was absurdly powerful.
"You're courting death!" Her gaze turned icy.
Her white robes were stained with blood, as was her loose, flowing hair. Gone was her usual gentle, godlike grace. Instead, she seemed possessed of a demonic nature that struck terror into the soul.
Boom!
Several Venerables deployed a set of formation patterns-a runes sequence. The moment it unfolded, it shook heaven and earth, stunning everyone. Only Venerables could lay out something like this with ease.
This was no ordinary killing formation, but a terrifying array composed of runes, its power reaching the utmost limit this place allowed.
One Venerable alone would have been one thing, but this array had been laid out by several working together. Moreover, it sought only to imprison, not kill. Killing power was irrelevant; all they wanted was to trap her.
"I'll kill you!" The young lord of the Flame Fish clan seized the opportunity, driving the