The demonic cultivators watching saw a black flame suddenly erupt from the palace, accompanied by crackling sounds of burning.
"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out.
"What kind of fire is this? I can't put it out, and it hurts so much when it burns me..."
Several fire-breathing figures ran out of the palace, their burning appearance looking exceptionally terrifying, causing the demonic cultivators below to retreat.
Zhong Ziyan was startled and couldn't help but say, "Fairy Qionghua's cultivation is so profound, I'm afraid no one can stop her..."
"Hmph!" A demonic cultivator grinned and sneered, "I'll go and have a go at her!"
Several demonic cultivators who had reached the Golden Core stage unleashed demonic weapons filled with the aura of death and attacked the palace once again.
At the same time—
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket struck down fiercely!
Such a sound is frightening to the core.
The lightning struck the beautiful woman, who was in the dark with her eyes closed, instantly shattering her beautifully styled hair.
The woman's smooth black hair fell down her back, and a trickle of blood flowed from her rosy lips.
Zhong Ziyan, watching from afar, had a slight glint in her eyes.
She had thought that the attacks of these demonic cultivators would have no effect on Fairy Qionghua, but it seems that they did have some effect after all.
Fu Sang was indeed somewhat unsettled and suffered a minor injury.
Tribulation lightning is something every cultivator must go through; no one can advance unscathed.
Pink Zero Zero stayed by Fu Sang's side, spewing terrifying black flames powerful enough to burn the air, incinerating one demonic cultivator after another.
The final lightning tribulation arrived.
"Boom!"
Only this tribulation lightning is missing. If Fu Sang can withstand it, he will be able to successfully advance to the Dao Integration stage.
Zhong Ziyan stared intently at the beautiful woman sitting upright.
As the final lightning strikes, the incredibly luxurious and vast palace finally succumbs and collapses.
A thick layer of smoke filled the air, obscuring the surrounding scenery and making it impossible to see anything clearly.
There was no sound from the palace for a long time.
Zhong Ziyan's face revealed an undisguised smile, almost bursting into triumphant laughter.
At this moment.
A tall, slender figure swept through the air at incredible speed, leaving behind a terrifying aura.
Su Rongjin rushed into the smoke, her sharp gaze sweeping across the scene.
"Demon, Demon Lord... Your Majesty..." the demon cultivator cried out as he lay dying in the ruins.
Su Rongjin's exceptionally handsome face was shrouded in a thick gloom. He struck out with a palm, instantly taking his life.
"Master."
His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke.
The only sound in the vast space was his voice; there was no response from any woman.
Su Rongjin continued walking inside, her heart feeling as if it had sunk to the bottom of a lake, cold and suffocating.
"Master, where are you?"
Even if he dies, he wants to see his body!
Su Rongjin wanted to use her power to send all the ruins flying, but she was afraid of hitting Fu Sang inside them.
He could only suppress his anxiety and search bit by bit.
"Master, please answer me..."
"Master, your disciple has come to save you..."
A pale blue cloth lay buried in the ruins in the distance.
Su Rongjin rushed over, knelt down without regard for her image, grabbed the heavy stone, and dug with both hands.
“Master…” His voice was filled with suppressed regret and pain, mixed with vulnerability.
Su Rongjin dug out blood with her hands, leaving bloodstains on the stone.
"Cough cough~"
A coughing sound came from the other side.
Looking at the man digging at stones with his bare hands like an idiot, Fu Sang asked, "What are you doing?"
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