Whether it was Li Wenbi, whose aura had plummeted to the nascent soul early stage after desperately holding Wu Hun down, Ji Jin, who had barely steadied himself below, or Eunuch Ding, who was playing dead, and the surviving Southern Yue cultivators-
-everyone stared at the scene, dumbstruck, as though a hand had closed around their throats.
A veteran powerhouse whose strength, bolstered by military formation power and fortune power, rivaled a nascent soul early stage True Lord... had failed to withstand even a single halberd strike?
An instant kill? He had been skewered clean through, his body and spirit annihilated outright.
"Hiss-"
Someone sucked in a sharp breath, breaking the suffocating silence.
Qing Chen slowly turned.
Dark red light stirred across the Black Demon Blood Armor. He did not even glance at the spot where the Cave Lord of Firepit had fallen, as though he had merely swatted a fly.
Then he swept his sleeve and collected the remaining bones. They were, after all, the remains of a dharma nascent soul cultivator. They could not go to waste.
He raised his eyes, his lightning-sharp gaze locking firmly onto True Lord Wuhun, whose expression had changed drastically.
"Now it's your turn! Unless you give this Marquis an accounting today, I'll leave you unable to live or die."
He closed his hand around empty air. The Pojun Battle Halberd, covered in savage blood marks, gave a bloodthirsty hum, its tip pointing at Wu Hun from afar, boundless killing intent surging like a tide!
Inwardly, Qing Chen let out a great sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I made it. Those fifty drops of essence blood weren't burned in vain.
Over an hour of traveling at his limits, Jueqing, Han Shi, and the others fighting desperately to hold out, nearly five hundred Demon Lotus