Ye Sisi fought while taking drugs, mainly because there were too many demonic beasts, seemingly endless. Fortunately, she had almost worn down the Void Refinement stage demon to death.
Moreover, judging by the time, her fourth senior brother should be waking up soon. If there are only demonic beasts below the Void Refinement level, she wouldn't be afraid no matter how many come.
The worst-case scenario is that the old man will summon two more powerful demons at the Void Refinement stage. Although she and Lin Shuangluo can hold out for a while longer, they definitely won't be able to wear down the opponent.
Moreover, there is a constant stream of fifth, sixth, and seventh-tier demonic beasts, so even throwing away treasures might not be enough to stop them.
Even detonating a magical artifact requires spiritual power and mental control. On a battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, any moment of distraction could lead to utter destruction.
If they hadn't been dressed so warmly that a few hits wouldn't have been a problem, they would probably have been covered in blood by now.
Ouyang Yanyu transmitted her voice, "Third junior brother, get out of the way."
Without hesitation, Lin Shuanglu moved a hundred meters to the side, and the next moment, a slender arrow pierced the sky.
Then it pierced straight into the eye socket of the Void Refinement stage demon that had already been hacked and was covered in blood.
After a deafening explosion like muffled thunder, the enormous monster's body instantly turned into blood and gore.
Lin Shuanglu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, picked up her sword, and charged back into the battlefield. Without that big guy getting in her way, what were these small fry?
Although Lin Shuangluo's momentum wasn't as flashy as Ye Sisi's, his speed in killing demons was by no means slow.
Especially when the Myriad Power Domain is activated, there are leaping arcs of electricity and countless incomparably sharp lightning swords everywhere. Coupled with the already domineering Destruction Sword Intent, the figure is clearly small, yet it is like a wolf among sheep.
Ouyang Yanyu felt a strong urge to join in. After so many years of experience, she was quite skilled in combat. If the conditions weren't restrictive, she would definitely have rushed out too. Throwing magical weapons here was fun, but it wasn't satisfying at all.
She glanced distractedly at Ye Shubai, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing. Hmm, it's almost over. Once her fourth junior brother wakes up, she's going to wreak havoc. After all, she's the senior sister, and she still has to save face.
The white-haired old man in the mist had a distorted face. That sword strike had almost severely damaged the very foundation of his Dao. Although it only struck his external avatar, it was still a part of him. Not only was his soul severely damaged, but his cultivation level would also likely drop back to his physical body. He would probably need to recuperate for the next five hundred years.
There were too few cultivators who came in this time; even if we ate them all, it wouldn't make up for the losses.
That damned sword energy, it's been over ten thousand years, why is it still haunting me?
And that brat, she's clearly just a minor distraction, where did she get such a heaven-defying sword technique? Even now, her soul is still trembling.
The key issue is that his own clone is too useless; he couldn't even take care of all of them with such a small number of people.
Moreover, there were only three people on the other side, and one of them hadn't even made a move. He couldn't even handle it like this. He was truly useless. Thinking about this, the white-haired old man with a distorted face slapped himself hard.
Damn it, once that kid completely merges with that sword energy, he'll be in for a tough fight.
His millennia-long scheme has come to naught. It's infuriating to think about it. That old bastard actually tricked him. How could he possibly afford to mess with such a terrifying little ancestor?
He shouldn't have let the sword spirit open the secret realm gate, nor should he have stopped those people from leaving. Damn it, it's a pity there's no medicine for regret in this world, otherwise he would definitely buy a whole basket of them.
Fortunately, there were quite a few useless items in the market that could help him recover from his injuries; otherwise, he would have had to give up everything here.
The old man with white hair sighed as he killed all the bloody cultivators, gathered their flesh and souls, and disappeared into the mist. The remaining cultivators were all tough opponents, and continuing the fight would be a losing proposition.
The battlefield between the two sides came to an abrupt halt, and Ye Sisi looked at the empty battlefield with a sense of unreality.
It seems like even a great demon at the Mahayana stage isn't all that impressive.
Speaking of which, she seemed to have forgotten to ask why the great demon's true form couldn't come out. Logically speaking, a demon who was almost at the pinnacle of the world shouldn't be so timid.
Or is it that there are many restrictions on refining a space, such as not being able to come to a place that is not one's own territory?
Forget it, forget it. If I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore. That little bastard actually lied to her, saying it would only be half an hour at most, but at least half an hour has passed now.
He cast a cleansing spell on himself and quickly stuffed various healing pills into his mouth. Damn it, only now did he realize that his whole body ached. He took back what he said earlier; that old bastard did have some skill after all.
Lin Shuangluo looked even more miserable than her. Her armor was tattered, and several of her multiple layers of robes were torn apart. She was covered in blood from head to toe.
Ouyang Yanyu said, "Take a rest for a while."
Seeing her junior brothers and sisters like this, Ouyang Yanyu felt both heartache and anger. It was a pity that those guys ran away too quickly.
Ye Sisi watched Ye Shubai's breathing gradually stabilize, but did not immediately enter meditation.
She was still worried, afraid that the seemingly harmless girl would cause trouble.
Speaking of which, if that little guy really obediently became the sword spirit of his fourth senior brother, the two of them, one big and one small, would be quite interesting. The key is that they both look so harmless.
Lin Shuangluo's injuries were more severe, and she had already sat cross-legged on the ground to begin healing herself, skillfully applying the White Bone and Flesh Ointment to her wounds.
Many of the visible bone wounds healed quickly. Ye Sisi herself was not much better off. However, she had an immortal bloodline and could heal herself without external aids. But the pain was real. Several of her ribs were broken. If she hadn't become a cultivator, such injuries would have killed her from the pain.
Ye Shubai quickly opened his eyes. The sword energy around him, as bright as moonlight, had been completely absorbed by him. His aura rose steadily and was soon suppressed to the point of perfect Nascent Soul. It was not wise to undergo tribulation here, and suppressing it further would make the journey smoother.
"Fourth Senior Brother?" Ye Sisi asked cautiously.
Ye Sisi felt a little unfamiliar with Ye Shubai's gaze at that moment, and her heart started to pound.
Ye Shubai smiled, her expression gentle and somewhat shy: "I'm fine."
A little sword spirit girl in white clothes and white hair floated out, crossed her arms and said, "What could possibly happen to my dear master!"
Ye Sisi glanced at this talkative and cunning little girl. She must have suffered a loss at the hands of her fourth senior brother, otherwise why would she be so obedient?
“Dear Master, I don’t have a name yet. You said before that you would give me a name as long as I remove the word ‘future’ from my name.”
Ouyang Yanyu's lips twitched. It seemed the streets wouldn't be peaceful from now on.
Ye Shubai glanced indifferently at the girl with the fawning smile on her face, and said with a smirk, "Let's call it 'Taking advantage of the situation'."
Taking advantage of the situation, it was a good opportunity to remind this wicked guy that if he hadn't caused trouble at the crucial moment, he wouldn't have only woken up now.
Fortunately, they were alright; otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just choosing a good name like "Chengxu" (meaning "to take advantage of a weakness").
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
