From the direction of Gloomy Wind Valley, Chen Xiaotian and Attendant Li transformed into two streaks of light, tearing through the clouds, exuding murderous intent.
A hundred miles behind them, another blood-red shadow made a strange turn in mid-air, Soundless concealing all its aura, and drifted away in the opposite direction like a fallen leaf.
In a desolate mountain valley, Zhou Tong's figure slowly descended.
Without the slightest hesitation, he took out an ancient-looking black compass from his bosom, forced a drop of blood from his fingertip, and let it fall into the center of the compass.
Buzz.
The compass needle did not point to any direction, but instead began to vibrate violently, with wisps of black smoke emanating from it and condensing into a blurry mirror in mid-air.
The mirror rippled for a moment, and a face shrouded in thick black mist slowly emerged, revealing only a pair of deep, indifferent eyes that seemed to see right through people's hearts.
"Palace Master Zhou, it's been a long time."
The figure in the mirror was none other than Nie Wuya, the vice leader of the Demon God Cult.
"Vice Leader Nie."
Zhou Tong's voice was devoid of any emotion. "We've been playing this game in Qing Province for so long, and now it's been turned upside down by some nobody. I think we need to have a talk."
Nie Wuya remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
" Wang Du remains, we are all birds in a cage."
Zhou Tong's voice was icy, hitting the nail on the head. "Your Demon God Cult's ' Blood Feeding Formation Diagram,' and my Blood Baleful Intent Hall's century-long plan, will both be nothing but a mirage."
"Cooperate?"
Nie Wuya's voice carried a hint of amusement.
Show your sincerity.
Zhou Tong didn't waste any words, "Why did that old Yao Ming suddenly appear in Qing Province? Don't tell me he's here for sightseeing."
The eyes behind the mirror seemed to be slightly narrowed.
After a brief silence, Nie Wuya finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low. "Palace Master Zhou is indeed well-informed."
"Since that's the case, there's no harm in telling you."
"Those so-called strongholds in Yu County and Severed Dragon Cliff are nothing but expendable pawns, bait used to distract the Demon Suppression Bureau."
Zhou Tong's eyes narrowed.
"The true core of the Blood Feeding Formation Diagram is called the ' Blood Spirit Formation '."
"It... is located underground in the Duke Chen's Residence."
Upon hearing this, even someone as shrewd as Zhou Tong couldn't help but have his pupils shrink involuntarily.
The Duke Chen's Residence!
"That grand formation is connected to the very essence of the earth's veins in the entire Qing Province."
"Once fully activated..."
Nie Wuya's voice carried a hint of fanaticism, "Not only can it turn billions of living beings into blood food, but it can also summon a great Blood Race demon slumbering in the spatial interlayer by reversing the earth's veins!"
Blood Race!
Zhou Tong's heart skipped a beat.
That was a legendary being, a terrifying existence that could rival, or even surpass, a powerhouse at the Emperor Realm!
" Yao Ming came here to seize control of the Blood Spirit Formation."
Nie Wuya continued, "With those two old dogs, Chen Xiaotian and Li Chunfeng, gone, no one in the Duke's Residence can stop him anymore."
Zhou Tong suddenly understood everything.
Why was Yao Ming severely injured by Su Yu?
It's probably not that they couldn't beat him, but that the old ghost simply didn't want to fight to the death. He used Su Yu to stage a dramatic escape, allowing himself to get away and handle this earth-shattering matter!
"Lord Zhou, this matter is of great importance, and I hope your esteemed hall will take it seriously."
After leaving those words, Nie Wuya's figure slowly disappeared from the mirror.
Silence returned to the mountain valley.
Zhou Tong stood with his hands behind his back, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
Cooperating with the Demon God Cult is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger.
But... the great Blood Race...
If we could control it, what would Qing Province, or even the entire Great Qin, matter?
After a long while, a terrifying glint flashed in his eyes. His figure blurred, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, and he silently sped towards the direction of the Duke Chen's Residence.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
It's too early to say who the cicada is and who the oriole is.
Tianshui Commandery, outside Gloomy Wind Valley.
Su Yu stood atop the ruins of Demon God Cult Sect stronghold that had been razed to the ground and slowly closed the system panel.
[Current Slaughter Points: 305350]
But unlike before, he didn't immediately head to the next destination.
He simply stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage scattered everywhere, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
Everything went too smoothly.
It went so smoothly, like a meticulously choreographed play.
Those followers of the Demon God Cult, from the Spirit Realm to the Earth Realm, seemed to have known he was coming all along. Their will to resist was weak, and they died swiftly and decisively, as if they were lining up, waiting for him to come and reap the Slaughter Points.
Something unusual must be going on.
Instead of passively following someone else's script, why not become the writer yourself?
Su Yu didn't move again. He walked to a relatively intact boulder in the center of the ruins, sat down cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he were dozing.
The Yao One a blue light, hiding behind him, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Time slips away, bit by bit.
The wind stopped.
The birds have stopped chirping.
An invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire valley.
finally.
Two streaks of light, carrying boundless fury and overwhelming momentum, shot down from the horizon and abruptly stopped in mid-air a hundred feet away from Su Yu.
It was Chen Xiaotian and Attendant Li.
When they saw the scene in the ruins below, both of them froze.
The expected figure fleeing in panic did not appear.
Instead, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, as quiet as a sculpture.
He was waiting for them.
Chen Xiaotian's face, which had been contorted with rage, instantly returned to calm, but a deeper vigilance and chill surged in his deep eyes.
His ability to fight his way through his brothers and ascend to the position of Duke was not solely due to his cultivation level.
Su Yu instantly killed two of his Earth Realm Eighth Level elders, forced back the Earth Realm Ninth Level Yao Ming, and now he waits so confidently...
All of this exudes an eerie atmosphere that would send chills down the spine of any seasoned shrew.
Just as Attendant Li was about to shout angrily, he was stopped by a look from Chen Xiaotian.
And it was at this moment.
Su Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no anger, no fear, no murderous intent, only a bottomless calm, like a deity high in the heavens, indifferently watching the ants at his feet.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
There was no earth-shattering collision, yet the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"You were waiting for us?"
Chen Xiaotian's voice was deep, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
A faint smile curved Su Yu's lips, a smile that held a hint of amusement, and a hint of... pity.
You're too late.
He slowly stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his robes, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"I'm getting a little impatient."
mad!
Extreme madness!