This "Wind Iron Beast" had just unleashed its silver crescent shovel artifact and collided with the enemy. As long as he delayed her for a moment, he and his companion could join forces to kill this female cultivator, who was already exhausted yet still terrifyingly formidable, on the spot.
Especially since his companion had gone mad after witnessing his Dao companion perish, launching a self-mutilating berserk assault. Even cultivators at the peak of the False Nascent Soul Realm would not dare take it head-on.
Yet what he had never expected was that after only a single breath of their second clash, the force behind her attacks surged like raging waves battering the shore, each wave rising higher than the last.
Just as a sense of dread abruptly welled up in his heart, another "wave crest" crashed from the silver crescent shovel. This force was even stronger than the combined force of the previous dozen or more strikes.
"This is impossible..."
This "Wind Iron Beast" was terrified out of his wits. He refused to believe that she still possessed such combat strength. He had clearly sensed her aura rapidly declining earlier.
She had fought the three of them head-on and even forcefully slain one. He was experienced in battle, so his judgment could not have been wrong.
How could he know that Gong Chen-Ying had already realized there was no hope of escaping the area covered by the iron-armored sharp fragments, and had decided to perish together with him?
Gong Chen-Ying's "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had already reached the fifth layer. What she was using now was the fifth layer's "Blood Pill Melds into Bone" technique.
She simultaneously burned the blood essence within her body and her Golden Core Realm, melding them into her sinews and bones, allowing them to erupt with