Whoosh, whoosh.
The boundless blood baleful intent seeping through the wall turned the entire wall blood-red.
Intricate spell inscriptions rippled ceaselessly across the wall, forming the image of a six-armed rakshasa. Its eyes seemed alive as they looked at the lone white-robed figure remaining in the hall.
Holding the Heavenly Gang Mace angled toward the floor, Xie Jinhuan looked up at the wall. He recognized the Corpse Ancestor at their very first exchange of glances. Though wary at heart, his gaze showed no fear as he declared:
"You're too late. The heroes of the Righteous Path will be here any moment. You don't have time to refine all this blood qi."
The six-armed asura on the wall regarded him with an indifferent gaze, its voice issuing from all around the hall:
"Man proposes, Heaven disposes. If you have the ability to hold out until help arrives, young friend Xie, then I truly will lose my chance. Unfortunately, you're still a little undercooked."
Xie Jinhuan was currently in the early Sixth Realm. Facing the Corpse Ancestor, who had borrowed a shell to return to life, was indeed rather like striking a stone with an egg, though he would not die at the first touch. Seeing the Corpse Ancestor hiding inside the cave abode, digesting the blood qi at full speed, he immediately asked through his thoughts:
"How do I break this protective formation?"
Ye Hongshang examined it briefly and replied:
"A turtle-shell formation. Just smash straight through it. That's what Black Dragon Strikes the Pillar is for."
At this, Xie Jinhuan felt somewhat reluctant to sacrifice the roomful of Heavenly Treasures. First, he swept his sleeve, gathering up the scattered books and boxes of medicinal herbs and tossing them through the exit behind him. Then he slid his feet apart and