but…
Sometime later, he had already unslung the large sword from his back. Now, he gripped the hilt tightly, staring intently at the old demon king opposite him, his lips pressed together, lost in thought.
"Aji..." Qin Xi said worriedly, but didn't know what to say.
I just found out I have a maternal grandfather, and I'm going to die in front of him in a little while.
It's truly...heartbreaking.
In particular, Lin Kong did not insist on kinship, planned to give him a treasure vault, and also cleansed him of his demon bloodline.
Now, if they still intend to hold off the enemy with their own lives, it's nothing more than sacrificing themselves to buy them a moment to escape.
A look of pity flashed in everyone's eyes, and they all looked at Song Tingwan.
Song Siyao gripped Li Guang tightly and quietly drew her sword.
Poised to launch.
"Sister."
She looked at her elder sister quietly, her eyes filled with indomitable spirit and burgeoning fighting will.
She didn't want to wait in place and entrust her life to a senior figure who would risk his life for her.
Her call of "elder sister" moved Wanqiji.
He tossed the knife in his hand, stood beside Song Tingwan, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "I want to try."
A long spear appeared in Baili Xijiang's hand. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, and black scales spread from his palm upwards.
Qin Xi also took out an offensive magical weapon and held it in his hand.
Led by Song Tingqi, the members of Yunyin stood ready with their weapons, awaiting her command.
Song Tingwan, facing the gazes of the crowd, her long hair flying in the wind, suddenly laughed: "This is a battle between cultivators at the Mahayana stage."
The crowd did not retreat.
As a cultivator, one should retreat without a fight.
What kind of logic is it to just hide and wait for others to give you a chance to escape?
Song Tingwan looked into their eyes and chuckled softly:
"Then let's fight. I'm not afraid of death or injury; I can bring them back."
Song Siyao smiled and pushed her to the very center of Zero's protective shield before stepping out with his sword.
They fear death, yet they cannot bring themselves to wait for others to rescue them with a clear conscience.
We should at least give it a try.
Anyway, her older sister is there to back her up.
A group of young people, full of youthful vigor, were about to self-destruct when Lin Kong tore off his cloak, closed his eyes, and flew in from all directions.
The Floating Life Sword Techniques, a Buddhist treasure, and the Dragon's Roar Fiery Slash.
The dazzling attacks landed on the demonic energy, but they didn't even attract the attention of the Demon King.
"Haha, how dare a junior like you stand by and watch the battle of Mahayana cultivators?"
A wisp of demonic energy tried to harm them, but Ling wouldn't let him have his way. He used ghostly energy as a barrier and launched even more frequent attacks, leaving Ling no time to deal with Song Siyao and the others.
Lin Kong hovered in mid-air, watching in disbelief as the younger generation faced the Mahayana stage demons as if they were fearless of death.
What are the chances of a Nascent Soul cultivator defeating a Mahayana cultivator?
Those separated by the Nascent Soul stage have zero chance of winning.
All they need to do is wait for him to go up voluntarily, and when the Demon King devours him, let that ghost cultivator break through the domain and then hide in Alai's sleeve pouch.
There would be no danger whatsoever. He was even worried that the children would resent his grandson and drag them into this calamity.
But right now—
One by one, the children, severely injured by the demonic energy, were knocked down, barely clinging to life. But after a cloud of azure mist fell, they leaped back up with renewed vigor.
Especially Song Siyao and Wan Qiji, who became more and more excited as they fought, and each time they lasted longer.
"Why bother?"
Not far away, Song Tingwan glanced at the old senior with a distraction, then chuckled and used her spiritual energy to carry her voice to him.
"Young people are arrogant and unwilling to give up. We have to let them try. As long as there is even the slightest chance, they will not let you go to your death."
As she spoke, she searched for a long time before finally finding a seventh-grade pill for magical energy in her spatial storage.
A faint golden mist descended upon the old demon king, and in that instant, the torn flesh and the mangled hand and foot miraculously grew back.
The disheveled demon who had been supporting him, namely Chu Amo, stared wide-eyed at the old demon king in disbelief.
"You! You're all better?!"
The two demons looked at Song Tingwan in shock.
Demons?! Can demons use elixirs?!
I've never heard of that!
Song Tingwan smiled, her eyes crinkling.
I'm sorry, the situation was too urgent just now and too much time had passed, so I forgot about the magic pills I had researched a few years ago.
Aside from the little demon he saved, the Old Demon King of Lin Kong was the second person to use the Demon Pill.
Fortunately, it worked.
Otherwise, my reputation will be ruined.
Her face had already turned slightly pale, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then she swallowed a Qi-replenishing pill and continued to take out a handful of Grade 6 pills as if they were free, raining them down on her own people like a rain god spreading rain.
I wasn't very skilled at first.
Then, it was able to accurately land the pill mist on them without wasting a single drop.
Even Ling was sprinkled with several nourishing pills for ghost cultivators.
The more the Demon King fought, the more he felt something was wrong. How could this ghost cultivator seem to have inexhaustible energy, getting more and more energetic the more he fought?
How come those little devils got up so quickly after he knocked them down?
Even if the ghostly energy blocked the fatal blows aimed at them, they would be crippled even if they didn't die. How could they possibly be able to raise their swords again so quickly?
It's true that he devoured the demons one bite at a time with his Mahayana-level strength.
Could it be that they've all been hiding their true strength?
Looking back, the Demon King had his eyes on Song Tingwan behind the barrier of ghostly energy.
"So it was you who was behind this!"
He turned around and instantly appeared behind Song Tingwan, breaking through Zero's protective shield. The sharp claws of the Demonic Mist were about to strike her heart.
Having recovered most of his strength, Lin Kong couldn't just stand by and watch him hurt people.
Song Siyao's pupils contracted. He used his sword as a weapon to unleash the sixth form of the Vast Ocean technique, which he had not been able to master for a long time. The sword energy transformed into water and slashed horizontally.
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