"Tsk, the gap in strength is still too big."
Gu Lin Yue, who was being toyed with by Xuan Qi, also felt her powerlessness.
However, the Blood Demon Scythe did not stop its swing, and she was still pondering in her heart.
What exactly was Xuan Qi scheming?
This demon knew she was stalling for time, yet he didn't directly defeat her.
Instead, he went along with her intentions. Wasn't Xuan Qi afraid that the Five Great Holy Lords would join forces to capture him after breaking through the formation barrier?
Xuan Qi took a step back in mid-air, once again dodging the sharp attack of the Blood Demon Scythe.
The next second, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Then, his entire body suddenly became illusory, gradually disappearing into the void, leaving behind a thought-provoking remark.
"Why is Hall Master Gu so impulsive? I've specifically brought you a gift."
A gift?
Gu Lin Yue did not understand Xuan Qi's intentions.
But the moment she turned around, Gu Lin Yue was stunned.
She saw Yuan Qing, the former eldest disciple of the Asura Hall and her most trusted disciple, appear before her.
Yuan Qing had now reached the level of a One-Star Great Emperor, but he exuded a strange and dark aura that sent shivers down her spine.
His skin, devoid of any color, made Yuan Qing look like a corpse. A pair of fangs, like those of a vampire, grew on both sides of his mouth. His ears had become long and pointed, and his scarlet, gleaming eyes were fixed on his former master.
When Gu Lin Yue realized that the gift Xuan Qi spoke of was Yuan Qing, her inner rage and grief almost drowned her reason.
Xuan Qi had actually turned her most trusted eldest disciple into this state.
Gu Lin Yue had always refused to believe that Yuan Qing would betray the Kill Heart Holy Court and collude with the Netherworld race.
Now, seeing Yuan Qing's demonic transformation, she finally understood the truth behind the tragic incident at the Asura Hall.
It was all orchestrated by Xuan Qi in secret. He had injected a demonic soul into Yuan Qing's body to control his mind, causing the Asura Hall invasion by the Netherworld race over twenty years ago.
Gu Lin Yue looked at Yuan Qing, who was vaguely transforming into a demon before her eyes, and her anger was irrepressible. She even wished she could tear Xuan Qi into a million pieces.
The Dark Night Bat King's demonic soul had already eroded Yuan Qing's body by ninety percent.
Yuan Qing's mind was already lost in his demonic nature, and he crazily attacked his former master.
Gu Lin Yue knew that Yuan Qing could no longer be awakened in this state. To prevent him from harming other Holy Land disciples,
She could only wield her scythe and engage Yuan Qing in a head-on battle.
Yuan Qing no longer recognized Gu Lin Yue. His scarlet eyes only held killing intent, and his hands were wrapped in eerie black energy.
Dreadful demonic energy flickered around him, and he held a black and a white long sword in each hand.
These were Yuan Qing's supreme divine artifacts, the Impermanence Twin Swords.
The Blood Demon Scythe and the Impermanence Twin Swords collided in mid-air, stirring up a colossal storm.
The tempest created by the battle of Great Emperors directly destroyed the entire main hall. The ground and walls collapsed, and a large amount of rubble poured down.
Many Holy Land disciples and members of the Netherworld race were blown away by this terrifying impact.
"This is bad, fighting here will affect these disciples."
Gu Lin Yue had no choice but to use her true essence to fly into the sky and lure Yuan Qing to fight in the air.
At the same time, Wan Gui Mang urged Ji Hong Hao and Xuan Qing Ming, "Are you two done yet? If you don't hurry up and break through the formation barrier, all the Holy Land disciples will perish!"
"Old ghost Wan, what's the rush? It's not like you're the only one in a hurry. Do you think it's easy to remove tens of thousands of formation restrictions?"
Ji Hong Hao and Xuan Qing Ming responded simultaneously.
They naturally knew the urgency of the situation, but breaking through the formation restrictions was not that simple.
Even with the combined efforts of two formation masters, they had only managed to break through more than five thousand restrictions, with nearly half yet to be removed.
This showed that Xuan Qi's formation skills were far superior to theirs.
Xuan Qing Ming never expected his unfilial disciple to become so terrifying one day.
Watching Holy Land disciples being brutally murdered by the Netherworld race one after another, yet they were helpless, made the Five Holy Lords feel extremely frustrated.
As for the Li Fu Long siblings, they were the strongest fighters among these Holy Land disciples.
Under the might of lightning, more and more members of the Netherworld race were blown to ashes by the two of them.
However, the Netherworld race was too numerous, and the Thunder Emperor Cang Lan Art used by the Li Fu Long siblings consumed an extraordinary amount of true essence.
Soon, both of them were sweating profusely and panting.
Thunder Emperor Cang Lan Art, Lightning Transforms Myriad Forms.
Dozens of fierce lightning beasts roared around Li Fu Lan, and terrifying lightning instantly penetrated the surrounding Netherworld race, blasting open a lightning path.
Crackling sounds echoed.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and one Netherworld race member after another turned into charcoal. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
After unleashing Lightning Transforms Myriad Forms, Li Fu Lan was exhausted. Her body trembled, and she stood unsteadily, her cheeks covered in shimmering sweat.
However, the Netherworld race gave her no chance to rest. Their eyes turned red again, and they roared ferociously as they charged forward.
"Die, human slaves!"
"How can ridiculous human slaves be my Netherworld race's opponents!"
"We will tear your flesh and blood from your body piece by piece, hahaha..."
The arrogant laughter of the Netherworld race was heard.
At this moment, a giant net of intertwined lightning suddenly rose around Li Fu Lan.
Crackling, crackling, sizzling~
The Netherworld race members who hit the lightning net were turned to ashes by the lightning before they could even scream.
Li Fu Long timely intervened to save his sister. He quickly took out a bottle of pills from his spatial ring and threw it to Li Fu Lan, saying, "Recover your true essence first. I'll deal with these Netherworld race members."
"But, brother, your true essence is also almost depleted."
"Then you must seize this opportunity to restore your true essence, so you can protect me while I recover later."
As he spoke, Li Fu Long's right arm was enveloped in blue light, transforming into a ten-zhang-sized lightning claw.
With one swipe, he tore apart more than ten Netherworld race members.
However, his true essence was also completely consumed.
"Damn it, the true essence is depleting faster than I expected," Li Fu Long cursed through gritted teeth, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
A Netherworld race member at the level of a Three-Star Sacred Emperor approached Li Fu Long. It was horse-like in appearance, seemingly a War Rider Ghost.
However, Li Fu Long, whose true essence was depleted, was powerless to resist this War Rider Ghost.
He could only watch helplessly as the War Rider Ghost raised its long spear and thrust it towards his heart.
"Brother, hurry and leave!"
Even though her true essence was not fully restored, Li Fu Lan still struggled to rush towards Li Fu Long, wanting to save him.
Anxiously wanting to save him.
At this critical moment, a delicate figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Fu Long.
And, to Li Fu Long's shock, she caught the War Rider Ghost's spear thrust with one hand.
With a flash of golden light, the War Rider Ghost's spear was crushed into fragments.
Before the Netherworld race member could react, Xin Ci crushed the War Rider Ghost's head with her other hand and kicked it away, knocking over a row of Netherworld race members along the way.