"Who are you!"
"Who are you really!"
"Who are you!"
...
Daoist Jiupao cried out repeatedly, his voice brimming with rage and despair, but Qin Sang gave him no reply.
Within the depths of the demonic qi, a violent storm suddenly surged. Three massive tornadoes appeared in succession, scattering the Demonic Flames of Nine Hells and forcing the flying yaksha back.
At this moment, Qin Sang could only vaguely sense Daoist Jiupao’s condition, but he knew that Daoist Jiupao was fighting desperately now, and he absolutely could not let him escape.
He no longer cared whether the flying yaksha would be destroyed in this battle. Abandoning all hesitation, he issued only a single command: attack!
The earth trembled and cracked.
Even Hanshan City, several mountain ranges away, shook violently as if a giant dragon were thrashing beneath the ground. Waves surged sky-high on the great river below the mountains.
The mortals within the city, unaware of the true cause, panicked in terror, an ominous unease gripping their hearts.
Within the city lord’s residence, a few figures stood atop a palace roof, gazing toward the direction of the valley. Among them, the strongest cultivator was only at the early stage of Foundation Building Realm, a white-haired elder already advanced in years.
They exchanged glances, each face filled with shock and fear.
A young man could not help but blurt out, "Chief, that’s the direction of the forbidden land! What in the world is happening there? Why did it suddenly..."
The white-haired elder gripped his cane so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. He remained silent, but within his clouded eyes, deep worry and dread swirled.
Back in the valley...
Qin Sang had already been consumed by bloodlust.
He suddenly brushed his hand across his waist, releasing the three malevolent corpses he had refined from late-stage Foundation Building cultivators. They flew out in unison, charging straight into the battlefield.
Very quickly, the connection to the first malevolent corpse was severed.
Then the second!
Then the third!
In the blink of an eye, all three malevolent corpses were destroyed.
Qin Sang felt no sorrow whatsoever. His bloodshot eyes, streaked with red veins, remained locked on the center of the battlefield.
He could feel himself approaching his limits. His blood and essence had been devoured by the primary souls once more, leaving his body severely weakened. His control over the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions was becoming increasingly tenuous.
The flying yaksha, too, fought with everything it had, charging into the demonic qi again and again, despite being battered and forced back each time.
Its body was covered in countless wounds deep enough to reveal bone, its form battered and broken.