In less than three breaths, two Rakshasas were killed consecutively!
Many cultivators held their breaths as they stared at the scene in disbelief.
As one of the Primordial Nine Races, the Rakshasas had a noble bloodline and were born with a pair of meat wings. Their movement techniques were agile and all the cultivators present had experienced how terrifying the Rakshasas were.
But now, two Rakshasas were dead just like that.
In fact, they died without knowing how they died.
Even monkey, Linghu and the others who had watched Night Spirit grow up and were now sworn brothers of Night Spirit were shocked, let alone the other cultivators.
Although they knew that Night Spirit was strong, they did not expect him to be this frightening!
More than 30 Rakshasas charged over at the same time and two of them were dead in a single exchange!
Such methods, such combat strength, had already reached a world shocking level!
"Seems like my defeat wasn't for nothing,"
The Golden Lion mumbled.
It had suffered a setback the first time it met Night Spirit.
Initially, the lion wanted to cultivate diligently in the future and have a chance to get back at Night Spirit. But now, that thought had vanished without a trace.
The three Genying Zhenjun exchanged glances and could see the shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
Others might not have been able to see the fight clearly.
However, the three of them possessed spirit consciousnesses and could roughly capture the process of Night Spirit fighting against more than 30 Rakshasas.
Stunning, perfect and terrifying!
Night Spirit was decisive and ruthless in his attacks without any hesitation or sloppiness.
A one-hit kill!
Throughout the entire process, the first reaction the three of them had was amazement.
Be it the timing, angle, movement technique, speed, burst of power or choice of target, everything was perfect.
There were no flaws at all!
However, the more they thought about the process, the more horrified they felt.
Even if the three of them were in their peak conditions, they might not be able to escape unscathed against Night Spirit's attacks!
Night Spirit was practically born to kill!
His body faintly emitted an aura that was pure and ancient, dark and cold, causing one to feel uneasy and tremble with fear!
At their current cultivation realm, Perfected Lord Yu Jun and the other two had broken free from the shackles of Heaven and Earth and had a lifespan of a thousand years. They would not feel that way even when facing the Rakshasa race.
But now, when the three of them sensed Night Spirit's aura, they were somewhat flustered!
Just as the three Genying Zhenjun's thoughts were running wild, another Rakshasa fell from the sky. There was a bloody hole in his chest, and his heart was shattered.
Night Spirit's figure was like a ghost.
Under the cover of the night, it was as if there was no trace, faintly discernible.
While the attacks of more than thirty Rakshasas were fierce, Night Spirit was always able to find a gap in their attacks and dodge them while waiting for a chance to counterattack!
The Protoss Commander originally had the intention of watching the show and coldly watched from the sidelines.
However, at this moment, the Protoss Commander frowned and stared at the figure of the Night Spirit. His eyes flickered and he seemed to be deep in thought.
The Rakshasa Commander's expression was frighteningly grim.
At the same time, a change happened on another battlefield as well!
"Om! Ma! Ni! Pa! Mi! Om! "
Six Sanskrit sounds descended like a huge bell and reverberated through the world!
The Sanskrit sounds contained the supreme might of the Buddhist monasteries.
The Daming Mantra of the Six Words!
The lost ultimate skill of Daming Monastery had reappeared in Myriad Phenomenon City!
The power of a single Sanskrit sound was enough to shake the hearts of cultivators.
The six Sanskrit sounds burst forth at the same time and shook the world, causing the weather to change. In fact, rumbling thunder could even be heard from the ends of the firmaments!
At that moment, many cultivators outside the battlefield could feel their blood qi fluctuating and their hearts skipped a beat.
However, the dozens of Rakshasas on the battlefield merely paused for a moment!
Their bloodlines were way too strong.
Although the Daming Mantra was strong, it did not have much of an impact on them.
Right then, Su Zimo attacked!
"Slash!"
With a loud roar, the blood color that surrounded Su Zimo retracted instantly and gathered on the Blood Quencher in his hands.
Immediately after, a blood beam tore through the horizons!
Su Zimo's blood qi burst forth and his black hair danced wildly. Wielding Blood Quencher, he drew a gigantic blood-colored semicircle in midair, almost slicing the world into two!
Poof! Poof!
At least ten Rakshasas were struck by the blood beam.
There was no way they could defend against such a terrifying power.
Three Rakshasas were sliced into two on the spot and the curved sabers in their hands were shattered by Blood Quencher!
Although the remaining Rakshasas managed to defend against the sharpness of Blood Quencher, they could not defend against the impact of the power. Coughing out blood, their gazes dimmed as they were sent flying, severely injured on the ground.
Clang! Clang!
After being refined in the backyard of Dragon Burial Valley, Blood Quencher had already turned into a ferocious weapon!
Now that it had drunk the blood of the Rakshasas, the saber looked even more frightening and sharp. It gave off a thick blood stench as it trembled excitedly!
"Set up the formation!"
Suddenly, the voice of the Rakshasa leader sounded, chilling to the bones!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The Rakshasas on both sides of the battlefield withdrew chains made of mystic steel from their storage bags one after another.
The Rakshasas formed pairs and tugged at the ends of the chains. Making use of their movement techniques, they circled around Su Zimo in a crisscrossing manner.
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat and he dealt with them carefully, not daring to be careless.
The chains were soft.
When Blood Quencher slashed, it felt as though it could not exert any force at all.
Su Zimo swung his saber repeatedly but he could not unleash the might of Blood Quencher. Instead, the space he had to maneuver decreased.
Before long, his body was coiled by a chain!
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo frowned.
There were actually tiny and sharp thorns hidden on this chain. They were so fine that they were almost undetectable!
The spikes were only revealed when the chain coiled around Su Zimo's body and pierced his flesh instantly!
Even with Su Zimo's strong physique, he could not defend against the sharpness of the spikes!
In that brief moment of distraction, another chain coiled around Su Zimo's arm twice and restricted the power of Blood Quencher completely.
"This is bad!"
Perfected Lord Luo Xue exclaimed softly.
More and more chains coiled around Su Zimo's body.
The more chains there were, the more difficult it was for Su Zimo to break free.
Without the threat of Blood Quencher and coupled with the fact that Su Zimo was trapped in the formation, the Rakshasas were almost invincible with their agile movement techniques!
One after another, chains coiled tightly around Su Zimo's arms, thighs, chest and back like anacondas, baring their sharp fangs and biting into his flesh!
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo was already trapped in many chains!
The Rakshasa leader's expression relaxed as he laughed menacingly. "Ant, why aren't you struggling anymore?"
"This is the Heavenly Net Formation of the Rakshasa race. Even the Berserkers of the Nine Races won't be able to break free, let alone an ant like you!"
Dozens of Rakshasas wielded a chain in their hands and stood in midair, looking down at Su Zimo with mocking gazes.
"Fufufu."
Su Zimo stood motionlessly on the spot and suddenly laughed.
"You want to trap me with just these pieces of scrap metal?"
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