At that moment!
Under Ghost Ancestor Jiangchen's tempestuous assault, Lu Ren kept retreating, the aura around him already weakened to the extreme.
Even more chillingly, strands of dark, viscous ghostly energy clung to his body like maggots burrowing into his bones, frantically corroding his Immortal Soul, as though countless Fierce Ghosts were tearing at the source of his soul.
The Void Sect Master and the others saw this and knitted their brows, their hearts heavy with worry.
Lu Ren's Dao Rhyme had clearly run almost dry.
If the battle continued, they truly could not imagine what trump card Lu Ren could still produce to turn around this doomed situation.
The Righteous Path Arena had always been cruel. No matter which side ultimately won, the process was bound to be bloody, and both sides would pay a tremendous price. There had never been a precedent of one person slaughtering his way through the Righteous Path Arena.
In the previous Righteous Path Arena, although the Heavens Alliance had won, five top powerhouses in the late stage of the Nine-Step Supreme Realm had still fallen.
As for Lu Ren, how could he possibly accomplish such a thing alone?
By contrast, the Evil Dao erupted in thunderous cheers and howls, forming a stark contrast with the deathly silence of the Heavens Alliance.
Lu Ren had slain more than thirty of their powerhouses, including two late-stage Nine-Step Supreme Realm experts. They had long since come to hate him to the bone.
Now that they were watching this god of slaughter finally about to be suppressed, how could they not be delirious with joy?
"Lu Ren! What are you still clinging to life for? Are you only capable of hiding like a turtle?"
Ghost Ancestor Jiangchen let out a sinister laugh. Seizing an opening in Lu