His mind raced-most of these two people's attention was devoted to holding each other in check over those hundred-odd Crystal Demon Cores and the power of the fallen cultivators. Neither dared relax.
The tug-of-war between the Gray-Black Light Net and the Fire Lingzhu was their true battlefield.
What they had diverted to deal with him now was merely a casual strike.
Yet even this "casual strike" was no weaker than Abbot Hui'an's all-out blow. It was even more formidable than the desperate, life-staking measures of Flying Bear True Lord and Golden Toad Granny.
The Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds restricted true Spirit Transformation-level True Essence. However tremendous their abilities, neither could wield Spirit Transformation-level Magic Power.
But their attainments in rules and spells were simply too high-so high that Qing Chen could not even glimpse them.
Even with their True Essence suppressed to the Nascent Soul level, the power and intent of their ultimate techniques approached infinitely close to, or even surpassed, the level of ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Reflected in Qing Chen's pupils, the Blood Mist and Fire Line drew ever closer.
One sought to bore into his brow and lock down his Divine Soul; the other sought to coil around his right arm and control his Physical Body.
There was simply no way to evade them.
"Come on, then!" he roared, his voice like exploding thunder.
The Silver-White Divine Boat beneath his feet abruptly sank. Its entire hull gave a muffled hum, as though someone had slapped it down into water, and its underside plunged a full three feet.
Silver Spiritual Light burst from the hull, interwoven with five colors-gold, azure, blue, scarlet, and yellow. This was the spiritual light born of fusing the Five Elements Escape Technique with Primal Magnetism Divine Light, forming a wheel of light that