The jade pendant vibrated wildly on Bai Ying's chest, and the emerald green spiritual energy flowed into her parched meridians like a trickle, but was instantly devoured by the violent jade pendant.
She could clearly feel every inch of her meridians groaning under the strain, fine cracks spreading like a spider web throughout her body, and every breath carrying a heavy, bloody stench.
"Not enough..." she roared deep within her consciousness, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood dripping from between her fingers and blooming into alluring blood lotuses on the ground. Each drop of blood that touched the ground created a ripple of golden light.
The Nascent Soul cultivators opposite were already in complete disarray. The purple-robed female cultivator's natal magic weapon, the "Mystic Ice Silk," shattered inch by inch, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "This killing formation is too terrifying... What should we do!"
A chilling smirk curled at the corner of Bai Ying's blood-stained lips.
She slowly raised her right hand and grasped the dragon scale in her palm.
"You..." Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "Didn't you want my life? Now, naturally, you're leaving your lives here!"
"boom--"
The violent spiritual power forcibly tore open a crack that stretched across the sky, and five blood-red lightning bolts, each as thick as a water bucket, poured down like dragons emerging from the sea.
Each bolt of lightning was covered with intricate dragon patterns, and faint phantoms of dragon scales could be seen swimming inside, emanating an ancient and terrifying pressure.
"No! I don't want to die!"
A Nascent Soul cultivator in a green robe screamed hysterically, frantically summoning all his defensive magic treasures.
Ancient bronze bell, black iron shield, glass dome... layers upon layers of protective spiritual light enveloped him like a silkworm cocoon.
However, the moment the first bolt of blood lightning struck, the surface of the magic weapon cracked like a spider web, and its light dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.
The cultivator watched in horror as his fingertips began to dissipate. His screams abruptly ceased, and his entire body turned to ashes in the lightning, leaving only a wisp of his remnant soul wailing mournfully in the blood mist.
It felt as if a million steel needles were churning within Bai Ying's sea of consciousness. She was simultaneously maintaining three deadly maneuvers:
While maintaining the operation of the Zhou Tian Star Array by performing hand seals, he also controlled the lightning to precisely pursue the target, and at the same time, he used his divine sense to activate the dragon scales to destroy the magical artifact and kill the target.
This almost self-destructive method of casting spells caused her vision to blur, and the world before her eyes was stained with blood.
Strangely, her consciousness became increasingly clear, and she could clearly distinguish every grain of dust within a hundred miles.
Even Bai Ying herself didn't realize that with such extreme manipulation, her soul was much stronger than before.
"Not enough..." she roared inwardly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Stimulated by the excruciating pain, she forcibly gathered her dissipating divine consciousness and manipulated five streaks of blood lightning to roam through the enemy ranks.
Her goal was not to kill all the Nascent Soul stage cultivators present, but to intimidate them with terrifying power.
At this moment, Bai Ying concentrated all the spiritual power of the entire Lingyin Sect onto herself, wanting these Nascent Soul stage cultivators to know that she could completely control their lives and deaths!
She also wanted to let those who were watching from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to act, and who coveted her and even the entire Lingyin Sect, know that she was not someone they could deal with!
These lightning bolts seemed to possess a life of their own, moving with incredible agility.
The thickest bolt of blood lightning at the very front suddenly split into three in mid-air, striking precisely at the three Nascent Soul cultivators who were forming an array.
"Change formation immediately!" the leading green-robed cultivator shouted sharply, waving the formation flags in his hand wildly.
The three of them were enveloped in brilliant spiritual light, instantly forming a Three Talents Defense Array. However, the moment the blood lightning touched the array, the spiritual light was easily torn apart like thin paper.
Three bolts of lightning pierced through the foreheads of the three men simultaneously. Before they could even scream, their bodies turned to ashes in the lightning.
On the other side, a purple-robed cultivator was frantically activating his escape technique, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he fled towards the horizon.
Just as he was about to rush out of the battlefield, the second bolt of blood lightning suddenly twisted and deformed, turning into a lightning chain that roared towards him.
"No—!" The purple-robed cultivator turned around in horror, watching helplessly as the lightning chains wrapped around his ankles.
The excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. He felt like a fish that had been hooked and was being dragged back to the center of the battlefield.
The hissing sound of the lightning chains contracting, accompanied by the cracking sound of his bones breaking, was chilling.
But the most terrifying was the third bolt of blood lightning.
It twisted and deformed in the air, eventually coalescing into a lifelike dragon head.
Those eyes, formed of lightning, coldly scanned the battlefield, suddenly locking onto a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was casting a secret technique.
"What the hell is this?" The cultivator's face turned pale, and he even made a mistake in the order of his hand seals.
The lightning dragon opened its blood-red maw, and a blinding golden light shot out from its throat. The cultivator's hastily summoned natal magic weapon snapped in two with a "crack" the moment it came into contact with the golden light.
"Help me! Help me quickly..."
His cries for help came to an abrupt end as he was swallowed whole by the dragon's head.
Through the translucent lightning, everyone could clearly see his body being torn apart piece by piece in the dragon's mouth, finally turning into a wisp of green smoke that spewed out from the dragon's nostrils.
This horrifying scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of the remaining cultivators.
"Demon...devil..."
Someone muttered to themselves absentmindedly, and the ritual implement in their hand clattered to the ground.
The entire battlefield was completely silent, save for the crackling sound of the blood lightning.
Those cultivators who were lucky enough to survive all had ashen faces, and there was no longer any fighting spirit in their eyes.
They finally realized that they had no hope of surviving in this killing formation!
The scene before them was so terrifying that it instilled fear in everyone, leaving them utterly defeated.
"Stop! We surrender!" Finally, someone broke down and knelt on the ground, their forehead hitting the bluestone slab heavily with a dull thud.
"Please, fairy, spare my life!"
More than ten Nascent Soul cultivators knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the bluestone slab. Their spiritual energy was chaotic, their robes were tattered, and they no longer possessed any of the dignity of high-level cultivators. One of the female cultivators, dressed in purple robes, was trembling like a leaf, her carefully styled hair mostly disheveled, and her hairpins hanging askew by her ears.
Bai Ying's cold gaze swept over these once arrogant powerhouses, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
A mocking smile played on her lips. "I can spare your lives." She paused deliberately, looking with satisfaction at the hopeful expressions on their faces. "But you must hand over your soul blood."
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