Chu Qingyu calmly met Feng Yuan's bright red eyes, and even smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I won't let you sacrifice in vain. Once I've successfully dealt with Rong Xuan and the others, I will definitely erect a monument for you. You can go in peace."
As he spoke, he activated his spell with all his might, continuously drawing Feng Yuan's cultivation into his own body.
Feng Yuan furrowed his brows in immense pain, feeling his life rapidly slipping away, yet he couldn't utter a single word.
This scene was incredibly shocking.
The demons who were originally dealing with Yun Jing and his group all turned around and rushed towards them.
"Demon Lord!"
"Chu Qingyu, you madman, release our Demon Lord at once!"
In desperation, the demons joined forces in an attempt to rescue Feng Yuan from Chu Qingyu's grasp.
However, Chu Qingyu merely curled his lips indifferently as he watched this scene, and scoffed, "You've come at just the right time."
Immediately afterwards, he twisted his arm and used Feng Yuan's body to block the demon's attack.
Feng Yuan was already on the verge of death.
After this ordeal, he simply couldn't hold on any longer and died.
His face was withered, and his wide-open eyes were bloodshot, making him look like someone who died with his eyes open in disbelief.
Who would have thought?
How could a dignified Demon Lord end his life in such a way?
After Chu Qingyu successfully absorbed Feng Yuan's cultivation and life force, his injuries began to heal at a visible speed.
He casually tossed Feng Yuan's corpse down from mid-air as if it were a rag. His gaze swept over the demons rushing up, but his hands did not stop. He continued to use Feng Yuan's blood essence as a guide to form hand seals and cast spells.
The moment Chu Qingyu cast the spell, everyone present except for Rong Zi's group suddenly felt a strange pain in their chests.
Including the humans present.
They were all horrified, and then they discovered that their cultivation, vitality, and even their essence blood were inexplicably and rapidly draining away.
"What...what's going on?"
"My cultivation level... why is my cultivation level suddenly disappearing?"
"Mine too..."
Rong Zi noticed that there seemed to be countless faint blood lines in the air connecting Chu Qingyu with the tens of thousands of demons and humans present.
Through these blood threads, Chu Qingyu used incantations to frantically extract the cultivation, vitality, and essence of these people into his own body.
Having guessed what Chu Qingyu was planning, Rong Zi's face darkened.
"That bastard actually treated everyone he brought as his own backup blood packs?"
Jun Moyao shook his head and clicked his tongue, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, this guy's actions are as despicable as ever."
As he spoke, he moved closer to Rong Zi, nudged her with his shoulder in a cheeky manner, and made some teasing remarks.
"Tell me, how blind were you two before? You were fooled by such scum for so many years, and you almost lost your lives because of their schemes?"
It can be said that Chu Qingyu's current achievements are entirely due to the efforts of the brother and sister Rong Zi and Rong Xuan.
Back in the lower realms, this scum was just a little tagalong for the brother and sister.
Without the help of the brother and sister, Chu Qingyu might not even have had the chance to ascend to the upper realm.
Not to mention acting like a tyrant now.
Rong Zi glared at Jun Moyao, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"
Thanks to Chu Qingyu's actions, the battle on Yun Jing's side has come to a complete halt.
They flew over together, frowning as they looked at Rong Zi, "Master, this..."
Murong Zhen, who was being chased and was in a terrible state, also floated over, panting heavily.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Rong Zi calmly raised her eyes and gave everyone a reassuring look.
"It's alright, he can't pull anything off."
After saying that, she turned to look at Rong Xuan, who was also calm, and reached out a hand to tug at his sleeve.
"elder brother."
Rong Xuan smiled gently at Rong Zi, patted her head lightly, and replied, "Okay, leave it to me."
After comforting Rong Zi, he stepped forward.
Seeing this, Rong Zi crossed his arms and watched the scene unfold with a leisurely air.
Rong Xuan raised his hand and lightly touched his brow with one finger, taking a drop of blood from between his eyebrows.
He also used blood as a medium, his hands constantly changing into exquisite hand seals.
As the incantation became more and more complex, a spell seal with intricate runes gradually took shape.
At the same time, the entire world within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to resonate with it, and the earth shook violently.
The commotion was truly astounding.
Chu Qingyu clearly felt that his speed of absorbing everyone's cultivation was gradually slowing down.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to activate the spell.
His face was almost contorted as he looked at Rong Xuan and demanded, "What did you do?"
"To make you realize your current situation," Rong Xuan replied in a calm voice.
With the final incantation cast, the drop of blood between his brows suddenly transformed into a blood blade, shooting towards Chu Qingyu like an arrow released from a bow.
Chu Qingyu only had time to see a streak of blood before the spell surrounding him was precisely struck by the blood blade.
He stared wide-eyed as the spell he had carefully crafted crumbled and shattered right before his eyes.
The spell was forcibly interrupted, and a powerful backlash suddenly struck.
Chu Qingyu groaned, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The spell, a deadly combination of letters and a forbidden demonic technique, requires complete concentration and leaves no room for error.
Interrupted by Rong Xuan, Chu Qingyu not only failed to absorb the cultivation of everyone present, but was also severely injured by the backlash, losing half his life.
Before Chu Qingyu could recover from the backlash, suddenly, a figure flew up.
Rong Zi transformed Xiu'er in his hand into a long sword, and seizing the opportunity, the sharp blade ruthlessly pierced Chu Qingyu's chest.
As Chu Qingyu clutched his chest and looked at her, she forcefully pulled back the longsword in her hand, then kicked him from mid-air.
Suffering repeated blows, Chu Qingyu had no strength left to resist, and his body crashed heavily to the ground like a withered leaf in the wind.
It stirred up clouds of dust.
It even smashed a sizable crater in the ground.
Rong Zi led everyone to the edge of the large, human-shaped crater on the ground, looking down at Chu Qingyu, who was bleeding from all seven orifices inside the crater.
"Chu Qingyu, you have lost."
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