The world seemed to freeze at that moment.
Bai Ying's pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the crimson sword light that had pierced Wang Miaomiao's back.
Time stretched out indefinitely, and she could even see every drop of blood dripping from the tip of the sword, reflecting a dazzling red light in the sunlight.
"Wonderful...wonderful?"
How did she end up here? And why is she blocking my way...?
Bai Ying's mind went completely blank.
Large tears rolled down her cheeks, washing away the blood and leaving pale marks on her blood-stained face.
She reached out her hand, trembling, but dared not touch the swaying figure.
Blood, like blooming red lotuses, spread rapidly across the pale yellow dress. Wang Miaomiao trembled with pain, yet she used all her strength to hold Bai Ying even tighter.
"I... my teleportation array..." With each word the girl uttered, more blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, "...it teleported me back..."
Bai Ying stared at everything in disbelief.
She had calculated everything perfectly—the location of the teleportation array, the output of spiritual power, and even her determination to sacrifice herself.
But despite all her calculations, she never expected Wang Miaomiao to come back.
"How could you..." Wang Miaomiao coughed up blood, staining Bai Ying's clothes red, "leaving Junior Sister to face everything alone..."
Another attack came hurtling through the air—a deadly poisoned arrow.
Wang Miaomiao groaned as the arrow sank deep into her shoulder, but her arm holding Bai Ying remained motionless.
Fortunately, she stood in front of Bai Ying, preventing Bai Ying from being attacked again.
However, she was too weak and could only protect Bai Ying in this way.
Bai Ying stared in despair at everything before her.
She had clearly seen the arrow just now; normally, she would have stopped it long ago.
But at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, and could only watch helplessly as it penetrated Miaomiao's body.
How could this be?
She could only watch helplessly as the people she cared about were hurt, and she couldn't do anything about it!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The roar seemed to come from the deepest hell, causing the snow within a ten-mile radius to explode violently.
What Bai Ying spewed from her seven orifices was no longer blood, but her vital essence burning with golden flames.
The corrosive power within the jade pendant at her waist surged like a volcanic eruption, intertwining with the cyan dragon scale to form a destructive storm.
The ancient runes on the surface of the dragon scales lit up one by one, vaguely revealing the phantom of a blue dragon bound by chains.
The gray-robed cultivator had just raised his black iron shield when the dragon scales, infused with the power of erosion, flew past him like lightning, piercing his chest.
The cultivator stared blankly at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his heart already corroded into a pool of black liquid by the power of the underworld. Even more terrifying, the black threads were spreading wildly along his blood vessels, devouring him until he was nothing but an empty shell.
"Go to hell."
Bai Ying's voice was so cold it seemed inhuman.
The anger in her eyes had solidified into two clusters of ghostly blue flames dancing in their sockets.
The purple-clad female cultivator's "Ten Thousand Feet of Red Silk" had just been unfurled when it was entangled by countless black threads.
The silk threads, as if alive, rapidly climbed up the silk. To the female cultivator's horror, she discovered that her natal magic weapon was being eroded in reverse! She tried to let go, but it was too late; the black threads had already burrowed into her meridians along her fingertips.
"Help...help me..."
The female cultivator's pleas came to an abrupt halt. Her body swelled to its limit like an inflated balloon, and an eerie blue light emanated from beneath her skin.
With a muffled thud, the flesh and bones of this Nascent Soul stage expert exploded like fireworks, splattering fragments mixed with internal organs all over the faces and heads of those around him.
"Jie Jiuyou Xuanming Formation! Hurry!"
The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators panicked completely. The dozen or so quickly formed a formation, and the life essence they spat out condensed in the air into a hideous ghost face.
The vengeful spirits emerging from the black mist were no longer phantoms, but actual souls of the dead they had personally tortured and killed.
Bai Ying laughed. That laugh sent chills down everyone's spine—they clearly saw the girl's lips torn to her ears, revealing gleaming white teeth. With a flick of her blood-stained finger, the dragon-scale lightning bolt suddenly spiraled upwards within the black mist.
"roar--!"
Amidst a dragon's roar that shook the heavens, lightning transformed into a hundred-foot-long azure dragon phantom.
The dragon's eyes blazed like torches, illuminating the wailing spirits within the black mist, causing them to vanish. With a sweep of its tail, the array's core, painstakingly constructed by a dozen people, collapsed with a deafening roar.
"No!"
"That's impossible!"
Amidst screams, the ten corpses fell, still in the hand seals.
They all had identical bloody holes in their chests, their hearts ripped apart by dragon claws.
The remaining few staggered backward, their Taoist robes soaked with cold sweat.
Hua Yang Lao Zu's face suddenly twisted.
He bit his tongue, spitting three mouthfuls of his life essence onto the blood-red greatsword. Nine ferocious ghost eyes immediately appeared on the sword, their pupils flashing with bloodthirsty light.
"You've got reason to be proud that you forced me to use a blood sacrifice!"
As the sword's blade traced its path, space shattered like thin ice, revealing the monstrous, writhing void beneath. From those twisted fissures, countless struggling, vengeful spirits could be faintly seen wailing.
Bai Ying staggered to her feet.
Her body was already torn to pieces—
The skin and flesh of his left arm were torn off, exposing the stark white bone. Broken bones pierced the skin of his right shoulder, from which blood gushed out like a fountain from a hole the size of a bowl. His legs were a bloody mess, with his shinbones directly exposed to the cold wind.
Its entire body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it were porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch.
But when she turned around and saw the dying Wang Miaomiao, a power that seemed to spring from nowhere within her caused her to unleash all her spiritual energy.
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