After fighting for so long, however, Shi Qingyun now felt a haze of chaos gradually eating away at his mind, and the world before his eyes began to blur.
Dimly, he sensed all the noise around his ears fading away, leaving only the sound of his own heartbeat echoing with such clarity.
He had suffered quite a few wounds as well. Blood flowed down from them, staining his once snow-white clothes.
His white robes had become bloodstained robes. Though his aura had weakened somewhat, the baleful aura erupting from him was even more terrifying than before.
Just as the many Venerables were surrounding Shi Qingyun, pursuing him and cutting off his escape while unleashing all manner of Dao Techniques at him in a frenzy-
A white-haired old woman revealed a vicious expression and took a Bell with an eerie aura from her sleeve, placing it before her.
Densely packed, ancient runes were branded across the Bell. The moment she brought it out, an eerie aura emanated from it.
Blood fiend aura permeated its entire surface, making one's soul shudder involuntarily.
But the old woman paid no attention to any of that. At that moment, Shi Qingyun was all she saw, her gaze fixed firmly on him.
She raised both hands and swiftly formed several seals before her chest, sending them shooting into the ancient Bell.
The next moment, she abruptly spat a mouthful of blood onto the Bell before her, and her aura instantly weakened considerably.
Yet when she saw the bloody aura swirling over the Bell, a horrifying smile appeared on her face.
She grabbed the Bell floating in the air, poured divine power into it, and shook it fiercely in Shi Qingyun's direction.
"Summon!"
The Bell rang at her shake, yet no sound emerged. Instead, an eerie ripple