Can't Let Himself Be the Only Father Screwed Over

This situation caused a brief silence to fall over the area.

The atmosphere suddenly became very strange.

Xue Lang turned his head to look, then gently shook his head, not without disdain:

"To weave one's own cocoon is truly a sign of great wisdom."

"You idiot, you must have gotten your brain messed up from being a mixed breed."

He didn't think much of these people's abilities and didn't even bother to stop them from escaping.

As a result, even in this situation, it was still running around aimlessly like a headless fly, unable to escape.

It was somewhat laughable to the demon.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Changshou quickly realized that the impact hadn't been too severe this time.

Damn it!

This time, he could no longer remain calm.

This formation is so powerful that even talismans can't help me escape.

Another escape route has been blocked.

Right now, a large number of valuable methods have already been used without hesitation.

Now, I can't help but feel a bit like I've reached the end of my rope.

Upon noticing Zhou Mu in his field of vision, Zhou Changshou felt Dao of Formations heart.

That son of a bitch really got himself into a mess...

Etc!

Zhou Changshou seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes lit up.

There's always a way out!

He came up with a way that might solve the current crisis.

My own elderly father!

Back then, the last battle with the Blood Devil forced it into a deep sleep, leaving it with very little lifespan remaining.

Before falling into a deep sleep, he repeatedly instructed that he should only be awakened when something to prolong his life or a better essence of blood is found; otherwise, he should be allowed to sleep peacefully underground.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. The method to prolong life has not been found, and as for essence and blood, there has never been enough. Therefore, the old father has never had the opportunity to reappear.

Before he fell into slumber, his cultivation level was even higher than it is now. Although he had not yet taken the step of becoming Saint King, he was still qualified to call himself a Half-Step Saint King.

Currently, there are still no better methods for preserving essence and prolonging life.

But as long as his father can defeat the Blood Devil and refine its Blood Devil, today's events may not be such a bad thing.

Of course, he was aware that there were still considerable risks involved in doing so, since this demon's strength was probably not weak even among those at the Saint King Realm.

But there's no other way now.

I can't keep letting this bastard son drag me down.

So, let's ask my father to consider the bigger picture for the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.

Even if one dies, if one's name is remembered for eternity, that is a beautiful story!

Immediately, he transmitted his voice to Zhou Mu, saying:

"Mu'er, quickly go and dig your grandfather out!"

"Ah?"

Zhou Mu was taken aback:

"Grandpa doesn't have much time left to live, but once he wakes up, I'm afraid..."

"We don't have much time left. If this demon doesn't die, all of us will perish at his hands!" Zhou Changshou urged.

Zhou Mu didn't say anything more, nodded in agreement, and then left.

By this time, Xue Lang had already dealt with all those methods.

He strode forward and once again headed straight for Zhou Changshou. With a grab, his massive hand instantly transformed into a terrifying, Blood Devil- demon-like giant hand, like a raging sea of blood.

Zhou Changshou gave a low shout and quickly took action to counter.

While it's called a response, the main focus is on taking action to try and stop them, while avoiding direct confrontation.

Unfortunately, due to the difference in strength, although it wasn't directly captured, its soft armor still developed alarming cracks.

"We still made some miscalculations."

Watching the fight between Zhou Changshou and Xue Lang, Lu Changzhi shook his head softly.

The original plan was to let Zhou Changshou expend some of his Xue Lang, but given the current situation...

It's unclear whether Zhou Changshou was unwilling to fight and only wanted to escape, or whether he was simply old and unable to control his own destiny.

In short, although he was at the Saint Realm Ninth Layer, it was actually quite illusory.

At this rate, let alone exhausting our resources, even getting the Xue Lang itself out will be a struggle.

The middle-aged human's current appearance is merely the human form of Xue Lang; his true form is his strongest state.

"Let's wait a little longer."

His true form has now reached this location.

However, he remained in no hurry.

He just noticed that Zhou Mu had left; he must have gone to retrieve some trump card.

The Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty has developed for so many years; it would be somewhat laughable if it didn't have some trump card to resolve such a crisis.

He wondered what items he could retrieve to try and resolve the matter, but Lu Changzhi still had some expectations and hopes for it.

On the field.

It is no exaggeration to describe the battle as fierce.

But as for the morale of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, it's absolutely nonexistent.

The reason for this lies in the nature of the matter.

It was not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

Under Zhuang Linfa, Zhou Zhanming is now unwittingly taking the blame for one wrong thing after another.

Unfortunately, these pots do not provide it with any defensive capabilities.

He was facing Devil Envoy who was also at the Saint Realm, and whose strength was in no way inferior to his own. Now, his body had several new wounds.

Brush.

With a flash, a ruthless glint appeared in Zhou Zhanming's eyes as they passed each other.

Judging from his actions, he clearly chose to trade injury for injury.

Laugh!

The blood-red blade wielded by the Blood Devil pierced his shoulder, while his longsword also slashed towards the Blood Devil.

Brush.

A flash of light appeared.

The Blood Devil's entire arm was cleanly severed.

The Blood Devil cried out in pain and immediately attacked Zhou Zhanming.

Zhou Zhanming retreated decisively, simultaneously thrusting his long sword into the severed arm and pulling it back.

"With an arm gone, the next step is to kill you!"

He raised his hand, took out the jade bottle, poured the liquid into his mouth, and began to heal his injuries. Zhou Zhanming stared intently at the Blood Devil.

But then, from the sea of blood below, pillars of blood shot into the sky, gathering beneath the figure of the Blood Devil and surging towards its body.

The next moment, Zhou Zhanming's expression changed.

At the spot where the Blood Devil's arm was severed, under the convergence of the sea of blood, an arm was visibly regrowing.

What would be a serious injury for a human cultivator could heal instantly for the Blood Devil.

At this moment, the Blood Devil's figure looked over, its gaze falling on the severed arm, and suddenly demonic words rang out from its mouth.

Zhou Zhanming's expression suddenly changed. Sensing something, he decisively threw the severed arm away.

The next moment.

Boom!

The severed arm exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing a tremendous force that sent a cloud of blood and mist flying everywhere.

Similar situations have occurred in battles across various locations.

With the blessing of the Blood Sea, the regenerative abilities of these Blood Devil were simply astonishing, to the point of causing despair.

On the other side, in just a few breaths, Zhou Changshou was beaten so badly that he was on the verge of vomiting blood.

Just then, Zhou Mu returned.

On his shoulder he carried a long, luxurious coffin, entirely gilded. He took two steps at a time, then stopped and placed the coffin on the ground.

The next moment, he let out a low growl:

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

As the voice faded, his hands landed on the edge of the long coffin and exerted force.

Rumble.

The lid of the long coffin was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and when it was opened, it emitted an astonishing roar.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Bang!

Xue Lang knocked Zhou Changshou back with a single palm strike, then his gaze fell on the long coffin, and he chuckled:

"Tackling the younger generation and then the older ones—that's typical of the Human Race, but..."

He paused, Xue Lang moved his wrist, a look of anticipation on his face.

"So you've finally decided to increase my strength?"