"Chiling?" Patriarch Huayang frowned as he looked at him. "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Chiling shook his head blankly, his slender fingers unconsciously clutching the front of his shirt. He didn't know why, but an indescribable panic swept over him like a tidal wave, making him feel cold all over, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
"I..." His voice was so hoarse that it sounded like there was a wad of water-soaked cotton stuck in his throat.
My eyes felt inexplicably hot, and warm liquid was welling up uncontrollably.
This feeling is so unfamiliar.
He should have been like the patriarch, coldly watching that damned woman struggle to her death amidst the deathly aura.
But why... why does my heart hurt so much, like a piece of it has been ripped out?
"boom--!!!"
Amidst a deafening explosion, the Netherworld Death Aura Shield completely collapsed!
A violent energy storm swept in all directions, instantly crushing rocks, ancient trees, and even the air within a radius of a hundred feet!
Amidst the billowing dust, a blood-stained figure slowly emerged, stepping through shattered spiritual light—
White Firefly!
Her clothes were already soaked in blood, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her pale face, and there was still blood on the corner of her mouth.
But her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like an inextinguishable flame.
The longsword in his hand, covered in cracks, was now emitting a chilling black light, and the space itself was slightly distorted wherever the blade pointed!
What's most chilling is that the corroded jade pendant is now hovering in front of her, frantically devouring the remaining death energy and emitting a terrifying pressure that makes people suffocate!
"you......"
For the first time, cracks appeared on the face of the Huayang Ancestor.
His withered fingers trembled slightly, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the shattered Netherworld Death Aura Shield, his pupils contracting sharply.
The wrinkles on the face of this ancient monster who had lived for over a thousand years were twitching unnaturally.
"You... actually managed to break through my Netherworld Death Aura Barrier?"
His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, trembling with disbelief.
The forbidden technique that had once trapped and killed countless powerful figures was now transforming into a sky full of black mist, slowly dissipating around Bai Ying.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
The eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators were frozen in place, their expressions a mixture of fear and shock.
They looked at the woman in white standing in the golden halo as if she were a demon crawling back from hell.
"This is impossible..." Ancestor Qingming muttered to himself, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. "The Netherworld Death Qi Shield can even trap and kill someone at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, and she's just a... Nascent Soul stage cultivator..."
He didn't finish his sentence. Suddenly, Patriarch Huayang let out a beast-like growl, unleashing a pressure several times more terrifying than before. The ground cracked inch by inch under this force, and distant mountains collapsed with a deafening roar.
"Good! Very good!" The old man's voice was chilling, and the contempt in his eyes had long been replaced by naked killing intent. "It seems I underestimated you."
His gaze, like that of a venomous snake, was fixed on the corroded jade pendant in front of Bai Ying, a greedy glint flashing in his turbid eyes.
"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator was able to break my forbidden technique with this treasure... It seems your treasure is quite useful. Very good!"
The Huayang Ancestor slowly raised his withered, bony hand, and a massive, blood-red sword appeared out of thin air. "This is mine!"
"Zheng—!"
The sound of a sword echoed through the sky, and the moment the blood-red greatsword was drawn, the spiritual energy of the entire world boiled.
The sword was crackling with purplish-black lightning, and wherever it passed, space twisted and deformed, revealing dark void rifts behind it.
This is a full-force attack from a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Bai Ying's blood-stained lips.
Instead of backing down, she stepped forward, her dark red light surging as the jade pendant in her hand gleamed.
"Want it?" Her voice held a hint of sarcasm. "Then come and get it!"
The moment the jade pendant slipped from his hand, time seemed to stretch out.
In the pupils of Patriarch Huayang, the seemingly faint yet eerily strange dark red was reflected. The instant the dark red collided with the blood-red greatsword—
"Sizzle!"
A sickeningly loud sound echoed across the battlefield.
The sword, which was said to be indestructible and belonged to a Void Refinement stage cultivator, was now covered with black patterns at a visible speed! These patterns spread like living things, and wherever they passed, the blade began to peel off as if it were being corroded!
"What?!"
Hua Yang Patriarch's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly made hand seals and chanted incantations.
His immense spiritual power surged wildly into the sword, attempting to suppress this strange corrosive force.
However, the more spiritual power was activated, the faster the black patterns spread!
"What kind of evil thing is this?!" he finally exclaimed in shock, a genuine fear appearing in his eyes for the first time.
Bai Ying did not answer. A faint smile played on her lips, while her fingertips moved rapidly, forming hand seals in the shadows.
No one noticed that a barely perceptible array of patterns had appeared beneath her feet—it was a spatial teleportation array!
This was something she secretly set up when she received that attack.
With this formation, she can lead everyone away!
"Move closer to me!" She had already transmitted her thoughts to all the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect through her divine sense.
Wang Miaomiao was the first to react, grabbing the still-stunned Xuan Yuanchen and running towards Bai Ying. Although Murong Jin was seriously injured, she gritted her teeth and moved forward. The elders of the Lingxiao Sect tacitly formed a defensive formation, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
However--
Just as the teleportation array was about to light up completely, Bai Ying's expression suddenly changed.
The formation operated at an unusually slow speed, as if it were being suppressed by some invisible force.
What happened?
She instantly realized: although she had broken the cracks in the ancient array, the power of this ancient array was still interfering with the teleportation array!
The teleportation array requires far more spiritual energy and time to operate than before.
This implies a harsh reality: someone must remain to maintain the formation's operation, and that person—can only be herself.
Bai Ying originally planned to leave with everyone.
It seems she can't leave now.
"Master!" Bai Ying suddenly turned to look at Xuan Yuan Chen, her eyes filled with determination, "Take everyone away!"
After saying that, Bai Ying added another layer of defensive formation to the original teleportation array.
The old man's expression instantly turned serious. He was somewhat worried about Bai Ying, who hadn't come to the teleportation array.
"No! You come here too."
"No time!" Bai Ying interrupted sharply, the jade pendant in her hand suddenly gleaming brightly. "Trust me! You all go first, I'm just covering your retreat..."
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