Di Jiang laughed and said, "There is a huge gap between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Taiyi Golden Immortal, like the difference between heaven and earth. Are you still not giving up?"
In just a short while, Tianlang's body was already covered in wounds, yet he hadn't even managed to touch one of Dijiang's wings. His body trembled slightly as he gasped for breath, his tiger's mouth split open, oozing blood.
Tong Su was furious and nearly bit her own teeth to pieces.
If it weren't for Dijiang restraining her, she would have already transformed into her original form and shot out the plain jade arrow. Even if it meant the bow was shattered, she would never let Dijiang be so arrogant!
Dijiang's bloated body turned slightly, and with a gentle flap of its wings, Tianlang lost its strength and was forced to fall to the ground with a thud.
He roared and struggled, but it was all in vain. Bright red blood slowly flowed from beneath him, staining the earth red.
Dijiang's head, devoid of eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, turned towards Tongsu. His voice was melodious, as gentle as the wind, yet it sent chills down Tongsu's spine.
“Normally, when that sorcerer invokes the power of his bloodline, he wouldn’t summon me. But unfortunately, I’ve wanted to see you for a long time, so I came here specifically to meet you.”
Tongsu suddenly realized that the thing that had been blocking her mouth had disappeared, and she could speak again.
"You want to see me? What do you want to see me for! Let Tianlang go, and I'll let you see him as much as you want—"
Dijiang's laughter grew even more joyful, and the wind brushed against Tongsu's face as if it were his hand: "I won't let him go, but you have to let me see him too."
Tong Su trembled all over, clenching her teeth: "What exactly are you trying to say?!"
“I’m just curious,” Dijiang chuckled softly, “Everyone says that Jumang was killed by Taiyi, so why did my disciple, who is most skilled in archery, find arrow wounds on Jumang’s body? Can you explain that to me?”
Arrow wound—!
Tong Su was greatly alarmed, feeling a chill run down her spine.
From afar, the Sirius roared savagely, its body suddenly radiating power surpassing its own: "What arrow wound! Nonsense! Dijiang, come and fight me! What kind of skill is it to bully girls—"
He is summoning the power of other Golden Crows!
No, this is forbidden. The Heavenly Dao's command is imprisonment. He cannot be allowed to summon other Golden Crows; this is a blatant violation of the Heavenly Laws, and the Heavenly Dao has long been searching for their faults.
Tong Su closed her eyes, then opened them again, her calm demeanor belying her life: "Heaven commands the Golden Crow to patrol the heavens. You've blocked him here; this is defying Heaven's will! Let him go, and I'll talk to you!"
Dijiang's voice immediately became even more cheerful: "How touching! Are you protecting each other? But..."
He drawled out his words, his wings flapping lightly with amusement: "I love doing these kinds of destructive and touching things. I really want to see just how badly I hurt you, and how much he'll defy fate and do anything about it."
Am I destined to die here today?
Tong Suxin was clenched tightly into a ball, on the verge of utter despair, when suddenly a powerful pressure descended from the sky.
Even Dijiang's faceless face showed a sudden, visible shock. The restraints loosened, and Tongsu fell from mid-air.
The overwhelming pressure forced Dijiang and Tianlang to kneel on the ground, along with Tongtong.
In their ears, a rumbling, indifferent voice belonging to the Way of Heaven resounded.
[By imperial decree, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are summoned to the Purple Cloud Palace to discuss a truce between them.]
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