Having been suppressed for so long, and now free from all worries, Osiris naturally wanted to vent his anger.
Lu Ning ignored Osiris's battle and looked in the direction of Yaen.
There were as many as six saints facing Yann.
His condition was also very bad at that moment.
Upon hearing Lu Ning's voice, Ya En immediately tried to disengage from the battle.
However, the six saints surrounded Arn, making it difficult for him to find a suitable opportunity to escape the battlefield.
Two of the saints wore bronze masks, just like the masked man who had previously become ill.
Lu Ning guessed that, like the masked man, they should both come from the Eternal Corridor Cult.
The two bronze-masked saints exchanged a glance, and then one of them broke away from the battle with Ya'en and swooped down towards Lu Ning.
They also witnessed Lu Ning absorbing Osiris's mental pollution.
They had never heard of absorbing spiritual pollution before.
Once the restrictions of mental pollution are removed, Yann's strength could likely increase significantly.
After all, what any saint fears most is the overuse of their abilities and soul weapons, which could ultimately lead to increased mental pollution and then disease.
Once this restriction is removed, a saint can unleash their full potential.
Their opponents were even close to demigod level. Such powerful beings, if left unchecked, would be difficult to kill even if there were six of them.
The best solution, of course, is to get rid of Lu Ning, who can absorb mental pollution.
Lu Ning was slightly taken aback when he saw one of the bronze-masked men rushing towards him.
Then, a ray of light appeared on his blood-red face.
Good timing.
He was worried that he couldn't fly and wouldn't be able to go up and help.
For Lu Ning, having someone deliver themselves to his doorstep was like a windfall.
He immediately sacrificed his own flesh and blood, and at the same time reactivated the Heart of Blood.
Boom!!
Blood mist gushed out, and Lu Ning's aura suddenly surged several times over.
"What?!"
The bronze-masked saint who had been charging down widened his eyes, his expression filled with shock.
Lu Ning had not fully activated the power of the three soul weapons before, and his aura barely reached the Saint level under the low-level amplification of the three soul weapons.
Such strength was naturally not taken seriously by the Bronze Mask Saint.
However, the strength that Lu Ning is showing at this moment is not much worse than that of Biaen.
It was only when all six of them worked together that they were able to suppress Yaen!
Now, he's all alone!
The bronze-masked saint immediately stopped his dive and tried to take off again to get away from Lu Ning.
However, he was diving at an extremely high speed, and even if he wanted to stop, it would take force and time to counteract the inertia.
Just as he was about to stop, Lu Ning leaped up, instantly soaring a hundred meters into the air and landing on top of the bronze-masked saint.
Lu Ning's crimson sword, wreathed in white flames, slashed fiercely downwards.
The terrifying sword light, interwoven with red and white, was like a beam of light that split the heavens and the earth, and it quickly arrived in front of the bronze-masked saint.
However, just as the sword light was about to strike the bronze-masked saint, its speed suddenly stopped for a moment, and then seemed to slow down by several degrees.
As the sword light slowed down, the bronze-masked saint suddenly accelerated, retreating to narrowly avoid the sword light's attack range.
Even so, the sharp aura accompanying the sword's edge still managed to tear through the bronze-masked saint's clothes.
The skin beneath the clothes was torn, and blood stained the clothes red.
This strange acceleration and deceleration lasted only for a moment.
Lu Ning could clearly feel the power of time.
Clearly, this bronze-masked saint used the power of time, employing acceleration and deceleration to slow down the sword beam and accelerate himself.
After the sword's edge was dodged, hourglass patterns appeared in the eyes of the bronze-masked saint.
He looked at Lu Ning and reached out to grab her.
Lu Ning suddenly felt a force trying to pull something out of him.
However, Lu Ning's physical strength was extremely dense at this moment, even approaching the level of a demigod.
Although this force was not weak, Lu Ning blocked most of it with his own flesh and blood.
A small part of the body was pulled out.
Lu Ning took a moment to reflect and found that his body seemed to have aged a little, but this aging was quickly reversed.
For Lu Ning, physical aging is also a form of damage to the body.
As an immortal being, damage can be recovered.
He paid no attention to the passing of time and continued to swing his sword in mid-air.
In a mere instant, over a hundred sword beams were unleashed, forming a dense net in the air that enveloped the bronze-masked saint.
The bronze-masked saint felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the dense net of swords.
Damn it!
He let out a low growl, and the headband on his forehead emitted a bronze glow.
The next moment, bronze-colored scales gradually appeared on his skin.
As the Bronze Masked Saint used his Soul Weapon to its fullest extent, his time manipulation abilities were significantly enhanced.
Time seemed to slow down considerably.
However, the power contained in Lu Ning's sword light was too great, and the mental energy required to slow down such a powerful sword light was naturally enormous.
The bronze-masked saint could only hold out for a moment.
The moment the sword light slowed down, he accelerated himself. Surrounded by the sword net above, he could only rush downwards.
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