Chapter 630
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Qin Ying and Chu Zheng immediately retreated.
Yet Ye Wushuang pressed forward fearlessly, brandishing his sword in a deadly charge.
A fierce aura of killing intent 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’s face turned ugly as he witnessed the scene. “The Great Dao Infinite Mirror can actually weaken Tengang energy!”
It is important to understand that the core strength of the Tengang realm compared to the Yuanfu realm lies in the fact that upon reaching the Tengang realm, spiritual energy can be transformed into Tengang energy. Tengang energy is several times more powerful than spiritual energy, both in defense and attack.
However, now that the Tengang energy of the two Tengang realm warriors was being weakened, they were undoubtedly at a disadvantage when facing Ye Wushuang’s ferocious assault.
With each successive sword strike, Ye Wushuang’s speed increased, seemingly gathering a momentum of slaughter. His sword intent, though still in its early stages, was growing stronger with each strike.
Qin Ying and Chu Zheng were becoming increasingly disheveled and desperate. The ancient mirror on Ye Wushuang’s back not only corroded their Tengang energy but also consumed the spiritual energy they unleashed. As a result, their combat strength was gradually diminishing, and they might eventually be reduced to the level of top-tier Yuanfu realm cultivators.
And at the top-tier Yuanfu realm, facing Ye Wushuang meant only one thing—death!
“Step aside, both of you!”
At that moment, Meng Yuan made his move.
Upon hearing that Meng Yuan had finally completed his preparations, Qin Ying and Chu Zheng heaved 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 seeped from his palms and spread out into the surroundings, forming a blood web that enveloped the space.
“Rakshasa Blood Prison of the Heavens!”
As Meng Yuan’s voice fell, his face turned pale. He then separated his hands and grabbed fiercely.
Buzz…
Strands of blood transformed into a web, lunging forward with terrifying pressure, causing Qin Ying and Chu Zheng’s hearts to tremble. It seemed that Meng Yuan had resorted to a desperate move, one that would cause significant harm to himself in order to defeat the enemy!
With this move, Ye Wushuang would either die or be severely injured!
The blood web descended from the sky, directly targeting Ye Wushuang.
Thud, thud, thud…
The muffled sounds echoed across the land. The blood web landed and transformed into a blood-colored prison, completely enclosing Ye Wushuang on all sides. Blood mist began to fill the prison.
Meng Yuan, now pale and panting, explained, “My Rakshasa Blood Prison of the Heavens secret technique is based on my own vital blood, combined with the power of Tengang energy. Wherever the blood web imprisons, it emits blood mist that can devour a cultivator’s spirit, energy, and flesh, killing the prisoner by consuming them. Even cultivators at the second or third level of the Tengang 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 prison, approaching its edge. He held an ancient mirror that emitted beams of cyan light, swallowing the blood web and transforming the blood energy into mist that flowed into the mirror. From within the mirror, pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to pour into Ye Wushuang’s body, revitalizing his previously weakened aura.
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 seemed to be replenishing Ye Wushuang’s energy!
Meng Yuan’s face turned even uglier as he exclaimed, “It’s impossible! I have indeed used this secret technique to kill cultivators at the second level of the Tengang realm!”
Holding the ancient mirror, Ye Wushuang looked at the three of them and said with a faint smile, “You all know it’s a Tengang realm artifact, so don’t you understand the terror of such an artifact?”
With a step forward, Ye Wushuang brandished the Tianya Sword and charged again.
At this moment, Qin Ying and Chu Zheng were completely 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 cultivator at the ninth level of the Yuanfu realm. How could he possibly outrun Ye Wushuang?
