Chapter 630
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Qin Ying and Chu Zheng immediately retreated.
Yet Ye Wushuang pressed forward relentlessly, sword in hand, intent on killing.
A fierce aura of bloodlust surged forth.
Boom…
At this moment, it was Ye Wushuang who took the initiative to attack, while Qin Ying and Chu Zheng found themselves on the defensive.
On the balcony, Qin Wenjun witnessed this scene and his face turned grim. “The Da Dao Wu Ji Mirror can actually weaken Tiangang energy!”
It is important to understand that the core strength of the Tiangang realm over the Yuanfu realm lies in the fact that upon reaching the Tiangang realm, spiritual energy can be transformed into Tiangang energy. This Tiangang energy is several times stronger than spiritual energy, both in defense and attack.
But now, with the Tiangang energy of the two Tiangang realm cultivators weakened, they were undoubtedly at a disadvantage against Ye Wushuang’s ferocious assault.
With each sword strike, Ye Wushuang’s speed increased, as if he were gradually building up a momentum.
A momentum of slaughter!
Qin Ying and Chu Zheng became more and more disheveled.
The light emitted from the ancient mirror behind Ye Wushuang not only corroded the Tiangang energy of the two cultivators but also consumed the spiritual energy they unleashed.
As a result, their combat power would gradually decline, and they might eventually be reduced to the level of top-tier Yuanfu realm cultivators.
And against Ye Wushuang, a top-tier Yuanfu realm cultivator would only meet one fate—death!
“Step aside, both of you!”
At this moment, Meng Yuan made his move.
Upon hearing that Meng Yuan had finally prepared his technique, Qin Ying and Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.
The two figures scattered to the left and right.
Meng Yuan’s figure soared into the air.
With a clap of his hands, blood threads seeped out from his palms.
These blood threads spread out into the surrounding space, forming a faint blood net that expanded outward.
“Rakshasa Blood Prison of the Heavens!”
As Meng Yuan’s voice fell, his face turned pale, and he swiftly separated his hands before grabbing fiercely.
Buzz…
The blood threads transformed into a blood net, lunging forward.
The terrifying pressure made Qin Ying and Chu Zheng feel a chill in their hearts.
It seemed that Meng Yuan had resorted to a desperate move, one that would cause significant damage to himself as well as the enemy!
Now, Ye Wushuang would either die or be severely injured!
The blood net descended from the sky, directly enveloping Ye Wushuang.
Thud, thud, thud…
The dull sounds echoed across the land.
The blood net landed and formed a blood-colored cage, completely enclosing Ye Wushuang.
Inside the cage, blood mist began to spread.
Meng Yuan, now pale and panting, explained, “My Rakshasa Blood Prison of the Heavens technique is based on my own vital blood, combined with the formidable power of Tiangang energy.”
“Wherever the blood net imprisons, it will emit blood mist. This mist can devour a warrior’s spirit, energy, and flesh, consuming the imprisoned person to death. Even cultivators at the second or third tier of the Tiangang realm would not be able to withstand it…”
“What are you talking about?”
However, before Meng Yuan could finish his sentence, Ye Wushuang stepped out of the cage, approaching its edge.
He held an ancient mirror that emitted waves of cyan light, swallowing the blood net entirely. The blood energy transformed into mist, flowing into the mirror.
Then, from within the mirror, pure spiritual energy of the heavens and earth began to pour into Ye Wushuang’s body. His originally somewhat weakened aura was instantly revitalized!
Qin Ying and Chu Zheng were completely stunned.
“Meng Yuan! What are you doing?”
They had agreed to kill Ye Wushuang, but instead, Meng Yuan’s technique had replenished Ye Wushuang’s vital energy!
Meng Yuan’s face turned even more grim. “It can’t be, it can’t be. I have indeed used this technique to kill a second-tier Tiangang realm cultivator before!”
Holding the ancient mirror, Ye Wushuang looked at the three of them and smiled faintly. “You all know it’s a Wangpin spiritual artifact. Don’t you understand the terror of a Wangpin spiritual artifact?”
With a step forward, Ye Wushuang once again charged with the Tian Ya Sword in hand.
Now, Qin Ying and Chu Zheng were utterly terrified.
Run!
There was no point in fighting anymore!
Meng Yuan also wanted to run, but having just used his secret technique, he was weaker than a ninth-tier Yuanfu realm cultivator. How could he possibly outrun Ye Wushuang?
