Leaving aside the demon race, which is extremely difficult to kill, those creatures have thick skin and flesh; even after scraping with wind blades several times, it's not guaranteed to break through their layer of fat...
Those demonic cultivators over there, they not only seem reckless, but they also seem to get more excited as they die?
In all his years of life, the demonic cultivator he had dealt with the most was Xiao Wangyan. But even though that guy was unreliable, he wasn't so perverted as to get excited at the sight of blood.
Who exactly trained these soldiers?
Could it be that the Blood Infant Gu was not completely cleaned up before it was released?
This doesn't make sense!
No matter what Qu Jin thought, under the combined attack of almost the entire small world, his absorption speed was ultimately forced to slow down.
The surge of power within his body slowed down temporarily, and his meridians, which had almost burst, regained their senses. Blood began to seep out from his capillaries, quickly soaking him into a blood-soaked mess.
Damn it, he was so close, so very close, to reaching the threshold of advancement that had been stagnant for a thousand years...
It was the same during the last war between immortals and demons. He absorbed almost all the energy of the entire small world, but he was still just a finger's width away from ascension.
This forced him to find a way to allow both sides to take a break temporarily, so that they could recuperate and prepare for his next round of absorption.
Unexpectedly, a troublemaker suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Ji Mofan, who was clearly declining in his chess game, suddenly resurfaced more than a year ago, turning his carefully laid-out game into a complete mess.
He had initially only been curious about the little brat, and after meeting him once, his interest far outweighed anything else. That's why he didn't reveal any more explicit malice; he just wanted to leave the kid there for amusement.
Who knew that in the end, the joy would turn into his own?
The hurricane was barely able to maintain its shape.
The wind and rain gathered, but they were no match for the seemingly endless attacks from outside.
Even with desperate efforts to absorb it, the power they could seize was less than one-tenth of what it was at the beginning.
Qu Jin's eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, the wind blades took away several more lives.
Not enough... still not enough...
So close... so close!
—A narrow, elongated slit suddenly appeared in the pitch-black sky above.
The sudden light made everyone present feel uneasy, and their attack slowed down for a moment.
"Lightning tribulation?"
"No way? Wasn't the Supreme Venerable's cultivation level stuck in the late Mahayana stage for a thousand years?"
"He absorbed the power of many people..."
"What are you standing there for? Get out of here! If you get hit by the tribulation lightning of the Ascension Stage, you'll be reduced to ashes in no time!"
"But... we can't let him successfully overcome the tribulation, otherwise none of us will survive!"
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