The ferocious aura emanating from Su Zimo was such that even the five Sealers felt their hearts skip a beat!
"This lad must not be allowed to live!"
At seven meridian Foundation Establishment, he was already able to suppress paragons of the immortal, Buddhist and fiend sects. If he were to obtain the Human Emperor's inheritance as well …
It was unimaginable and unimaginable!
The stronger Su Zimo appeared and the greater his potential, the more determined the five Sealers were to kill him!
Scarlet demonic qi rumbled and one after another, the ancient demons seemed corporeal as they roared and charged forward, biting and clashing against the incoming purple sword.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sword tore through the air with a boundless might and a frightening aura, shattering the ancient demons conjured from demonic qi one after another.
The two powers of purple qi and demonic qi clashed repeatedly.
With every single demon beast that dissipated, the scarlet demonic qi around Su Zimo's body would dim slightly.
As for the purple sword, it was clear that it was not as strong as before and its glow dimmed gradually.
Boom!
It was yet another deafening sound.
The purple sword collided with the final demon beast.
All the demon beasts and demonic qi dissipated and the purple sword turned into streams of purple qi that returned to the world.
The full-powered attack of Purple Firmament Sect's Sealer was blocked by Su Zimo!
Furthermore, he was able to defend against it unscathed!
Su Zimo panted heavily.
This time, it almost exhausted all the strength in his body.
He had been fighting ever since he arrived at this place.
If not for the fact that he cultivated the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness for years and possessed shocking stamina and blood qi, he would have been exhausted long ago.
Now that he blocked the attack of Purple Firmament Sect's Sealer, Su Zimo felt waves of weakness surge through his heart and his limbs felt weak – he was completely exhausted.
If not for the fact that he was surrounded by strong enemies, he would have collapsed long ago.
There was only a single outcome for a Sealer to release his Jin Dan realm strength – he would trigger a dimensional tear in the ancient battlefield that would tear him apart mercilessly and devour him!
A series of cracks appeared behind Purple Firmament Sect's old man, dark and mysterious as sinister winds howled.
Su Zimo looked over and smirked coldly with a mocking look in his eyes.
Purple Firmament Sect's old man grit his teeth with an indignant expression and barked coldly, "B * stard, you don't have to be smug! Before long, you'll have to come down to accompany me, haha … ah! "
It was a tragic cry.
Purple Firmament Sect's old man's old man was ripped into pieces by the dimensional tear and devoured cleanly without a corpse.
A moment later, the space stabilized and the crack closed.
Swash!
A huge silver light descended from the sky with a terrifying aura.
The old Daoist from Clear Wind Temple had flung out his horsetail whisk and 3,000 silver threads extended dozens of feet, forming a gigantic silver rod that smashed towards Su Zimo's head!
Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo reached out with his right hand and extended his fingers, grabbing towards the incoming silver rod.
Bang!
The sound of Firmament Sect a Sect a beat.
Pfft!
Su Zimo's eyes dimmed as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Thankfully, I have this blood bone palm. Otherwise, my arm would have been shattered by this old Daoist's attack!
At that thought, Su Zimo rejoiced internally.
"Fu … naive."
Suddenly, Sect's old man chuckled with a mocking gaze.
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's expression changed.
Suddenly, the silver staff in his palm dispersed and the three thousand strands of black silk whipped Su Zimo's back fiercely!
Piak!
Blood flashed and the sound of bones cracking could be heard.
Su Zimo's face was pale as he staggered and nearly fell to his knees.
The change was extremely sudden. In the old Daoist's hands, the horsetail whisk seemed to have a life of its own, switching between hardness and gentleness in a sentient manner.
Su Zimo's back was badly mangled from the whip as though it was sliced by countless sharp blades. His torn clothes were stuck to his back in a tragic manner.
The shoulder blades on his back had been smashed and broken. The blood-red bone stubble was exposed. It was a ghastly sight!
It was only at this moment that Su Zimo experienced another terrifying aspect of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
His vitality was shocking!
If it was any other cultivator or ordinary living being, their vitality would have been severed and they would be deader than dead with their organs shattered and severely injured.
However, at that moment, Su Zimo could still stand!
With every breath, he could feel his injuries healing bit by bit. However, the speed was extremely slow due to his severe injuries.
"He's not dead yet?"
When he saw Su Zimo standing up slowly, Sect's old Daoist from Clear Wind Temple widened his eyes in disbelief.
That attack of his was enough to destroy the body of any Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
However, to think that Su Zimo would be able to stand up once more!
"What a pity, I was so close."
Sect's old Daoist from Clear Wind Temple sighed indignantly.
He no longer had a chance.
A dimensional tear appeared and devoured him directly. The horsetail whisk in his hands was torn to shreds by the tear!
Buzz!
Almost at the same time, a sword hum sounded.
"Go!"
Chaos Essence Sect's Sealer attacked and summoned his flying sword, pointing it at Su Zimo.
A stream of light arrived in an instant!
It was the simplest and most effective method of a cultivator's killing.
The moment Chaos Essence Sect's Sealer attacked, Su Zimo felt a sense of danger.
Without time to think, Su Zimo grit his teeth and dodged to the side in a flash.
Poof!
An arrow of blood shot out.
Su Zimo was still a step too late.
The sword pierced his left chest and exited through his body.
Although it avoided the vital point of his heart, piercing his left chest was enough to be fatal!
Instantly, Su Zimo's breathing became extremely difficult, as though there was a raging fire burning in the depths of his throat. He coughed out blood repeatedly and his body shuddered.
His injuries were way too severe this time round.
Up till this point of his cultivation, he had never suffered such severe injuries!
Although his body's regeneration capabilities were strong, there was a limit to it. It was unknown if he could recover from such injuries.
Furthermore, this was the ancient battlefield and no one would give him the chance to do so!
Buzz!
In midair, the moment the flying sword pierced Su Zimo's chest, it turned around instantly and charged back – it was clear that Chaos Essence Sect's Sealer was skilled in sword wielding.
An unprecedented aura of death surged over.
Even without the warning of his spirit perception, Su Zimo knew that he was already half a step into the gates of hell. If he could not dodge this sword, he would definitely die!
Bang!
Stomping his feet on the ground, Su Zimo used the last bit of strength in his body to leap to the side.
Shing!
Blood flashed and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen that penetrated deep into his bones. Blood drained from Su Zimo's face as his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.
His stamina was already depleted and coupled with the fact that he was severely injured – it was already extremely fortunate that he was able to avoid being struck at his vitals.
That sword sliced a bloody wound on his abdomen.
Hurriedly, Su Zimo covered it with his hands to prevent his intestines from flowing out. Fresh blood flowed through the gaps of his fingers and seeped through his robes, emitting a strong stench of blood.
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo was covered in blood. He felt dizzy and on the verge of collapsing – his lifeforce was draining rapidly in an irreversible manner!
"Am I going to die?"
Su Zimo murmured softly and his vision blurred. It was as though a blood-colored figure flashed by in an incomparably stunning manner.
Even though many years had passed, that figure was still imprinted in the depths of his memories, never fading or forgetting – it was clear as though it was yesterday …
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