"Hiss-"
Inside the Fourth-Tier Medicine Garden, purple-black venom crawled over the flagstones like a living thing, raising wisps of smoke wherever it passed.
Shattered Sword Qi condensed into icicles like silver frost, jutting upside down from cracks in the fractured rock and rattling softly.
Qing Chen huddled behind the Taotie-Patterned Stone Gate, the mingled smells of burning and sickly sweetness lingering at his nose, not daring to move a muscle.
The Four Symbols Corpse Refining Formation can hold out for another half an incense stick at most...
He stared at the phantom Formation Plate appearing in his palm, which he had condensed in the Medicine Garden through the Holy Son Token using a Magic Formula. Nearly twenty crimson streaks were tearing at the edges of its diagram like a pack of wolves.
Cold sweat seeped from Qing Chen's temples. The forty-three thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones in his Storage Ring clattered-these were the last of his assets, and he had only saved up this much after killing three unlucky Foundation Establishment cultivators and gathering a little more.
Suddenly, the clang of metal rang out in the distance, startling him into clenching his hand-the two old monsters were still locked in combat!
Three centipede-shaped bloody wounds on Purple Centipede True Person's chest were oozing black blood, yet the Blackwood Staff in his hand erupted with a hundred-zhang expanse of eerie light, transforming into nine venomous flood dragons that lunged at his opponent.
Nine Swords True Person staggered back half a step, the tip of his Jinghong Sword scraping sparks from the ground. Suddenly, he bit his tongue and spat out Blood Mist. "Rise!"
The damaged Nine Yin Sword Formation actually burst from beneath the venom, with the Jinghong Sword as its focal point, its frosty Sword Qi tangling with the venomous flood