"My... bone crocodile..."
Zhao Wuji's cloudy eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his face filled with mad resentment and disbelief.
He spent nearly a century, using countless rare and precious materials and secret techniques to create this supreme demon servant, and just like that... he's gone?
However, the next moment, a chill deeper than death gripped his heart.
He felt a cold, indifferent gaze, as if looking at a corpse, pierce through the barriers of space and lock onto him precisely!
That kid is coming this way!
Inside the cave, the jet-black blood sprayed onto the crystal platform, quickly corroding small, sizzling pits.
The backlash from the destruction of the demon servant and the forced severing of the soul link was like billions of red-hot steel needles, piercing deeply into Zhao Wuji's already withered soul essence.
His aura surged forth like an avalanche, sweeping across the land.
The forcibly maintained pressure of the Earth Realm instantly collapsed, turning him from a false "Grandmaster" back into a mere, barely clinging-to-life living dead, not even as strong as an ordinary first-level Earth Realm First Level.
"Escape!"
This one word became the only thought in Zhao Wuji's mind at that moment.
Plans, ambitions, the fervor of being reborn... all vanished in the shadow of death.
Without hesitation, he bit his tongue hard and spat out another mouthful of his vital essence.
The blood essence did not fall to the ground, but instead turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air, suddenly enveloping his desiccated body.
Whoosh!
Zhao Wuji's figure transformed into a blurry, blood-red afterimage, desperately fleeing towards the dark passage deeper into the cave.
He can't die here!
His " Blood River Grand Formation " is about to be completed, and his long-cherished wish to reshape his physical body and break through to the Heaven Realm is just around the corner. He must not fail at the last moment!
However, he had just rushed out of the cave.
A cold, indifferent gaze, as if locked onto a piece of dead flesh, landed precisely on his back like a maggot clinging to bone.
Su Yu stood expressionless above the swamp.
Take advantage of your weakness to kill you.
He understands this principle better than anyone else.
Without uttering a single word, he blurred into motion, lightning exploding beneath his feet, transforming into a streak of purplish-black lightning that tore through the air, arriving first despite being behind, and relentlessly chasing after the blood-red afterimage!
boom!
Su Yu's speed was so fast that he left a long white trail of air behind him, and the air was violently rubbed together, producing a piercing sonic boom.
The distance between him and Zhao Wuji was rapidly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Three hundred zhang!
Two hundred zhang!
One hundred zhang!
Zhao Wuji felt the increasingly approaching and terrifying aura of destruction behind him, pure despair appeared on his desiccated face for the first time.
Fast! Too fast!
How could this little beast's speed be so terrifying! Shouldn't the physical body be a weakness for a cultivator at the Spirit Refinement?!
Just as his mind was about to collapse—
Hehehehe...
A strange laugh, seemingly from the depths of the underworld and carrying a metallic, scraping quality, suddenly resounded in the depths of his mind.
The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry some supreme decree, instantly calming his collapsing soul.
Zhao Wuji's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and his despairing face was instantly replaced by a morbid ecstasy!
It's that sir!
That great being who, a hundred years ago, when he was about to die and desperately ventured into the deepest part of the Bone-Eroding Abyss, bestowed upon him the " Ancient Soul Fusion Method," allowing him to survive to this day!
"This way."
The voice didn't waste any words; it simply gave a single instruction.
Zhao Wuji, struck by a sudden inspiration, didn't hesitate. He abruptly turned and plunged into a seemingly ordinary direction on the left.
There, a vast expanse of thick, greyish-white fog stretched as far as the eye could see.
The fog was as thick as lead, and as it churned, it seemed as if countless invisible vengeful spirits were struggling within it.
Once the light shines in, it is like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed up completely.
Su Yu's pursuit came to an abrupt halt at the edge of the thick fog.
His divine sense spread out like a tide, but the moment it touched the gray-white mist, it was as if it had crashed into a wall made of countless tiny blades, and was instantly shattered!
A sharp pain shot through him, Su Yu frowned slightly, immediately withdrawing his divine sense.
Something's strange.
This isn't a formation; it's more like a kind of... isolation at the level of rules.
In that very moment of pause...
Zhao Wuji's figure had completely disappeared into the thick fog.
Immediately afterwards, his extremely venomous voice came from the depths of the thick fog, carrying a wild arrogance of something lost and regained.
"You little beast, I will remember your favor today! When I return, I will extract your soul and burn it like a lantern for ten thousand years!"
The sound echoed in the mist, growing farther and farther away, until it finally fell completely silent.
The entire Bone-Eroding Abyss returned to deathly silence.
Su Yu stood before the thick fog, his expression calm, seemingly unperturbed by the escape of his prey.
He simply stared silently at the gray-white mist that could even shred divine consciousness, a calculating glint in his deep eyes.
For someone to command a two-hundred-year-old ghost as a dog, the owner of that voice must be at least at the Heaven Realm, or even... higher.
This fog should be the prototype of that existing 'domain,' or rather, some kind of natural forbidden zone.
A captain of the Demon Suppression Bureau stumbled upon an internal conspiracy within the Heavenly Evolution Mountain Manor. Following the clues, he unexpectedly discovered an old monster hidden deeper within, who was suspected to be at the Heaven Realm or even the King Realm.
Logically, the wisest choice at this moment would be to retreat immediately, report the information to the Demon Suppression Envoy Qing Province, and let a powerful figure of the same caliber as Wang Du handle it.
But Su Yu never plays by the rules.
In his eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world.
One type is valuable.
One type is worthless.
A Zhao Wuji, on the verge of death and surviving only through evil magic, is a decent "tonic".
A mysterious being capable of bestowing the " Ancient Soul Fusion Method " and opening up forbidden zones of divine consciousness is undoubtedly a more valuable and anticipated "gift package."
"Interesting."
A slow, gentle smile curved Su Yu's lips, the kind of pleasure a hunter feels when he discovers a more precious prey.
I thought I was just going to pull out a rotten radish, but little did I know, there was a big fish tethered to it.
He did not turn and leave.
Instead, he slowly sat down cross-legged in front of the thick, gray fog that countless people avoided, and closed his eyes.
The divine power within his body transformed into invisible threads, spreading out into the thick fog.