The Ghost Tribe mighty figure felt like fate was playing a prank on it.
This was clearly a situation where it had the upper hand, so how did it end up in a dire situation?
He couldn't accept this! He was so close to killing that Snow Maiden!
The consciousness of a cultivator at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage must be delicious. How could it miss out on such an opportunity …
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure turned to look at the middle-aged man in the distance. Even though the middle-aged man's spell technique was quite peculiar and difficult to defend against, it didn't actually deal much damage. Furthermore, from the middle-aged man's aura, it appeared to be quite unstable, and it wasn't very powerful either … To put it in simpler terms, it could win!
"If you want to die, then I'll help the Divine Bat Tribe get rid of you!" The Ghost Tribe mighty figure let loose a strange cry as it tossed the bone into the air, upon which black energy surged forth.
"Oh? You didn't choose to run away? "
Dongfang Zhuangshi turned to the Ghost Tribe mighty figure with a hint of surprise on his face.
Over fifty kilometers away, An Lin and Xu Xiaolan were silently observing the battle through spell techniques.
"Sigh, how did things turn out like this?" An Lin heaved a forlorn sigh.
"How could uncle team up with the snow maidens? None of the snow maidens are good people! "Xu Xiaolan was still very upset that Meng Zhi had been saved." Except for Sister Shangguan. "
An Lin blinked. "Xiaolan, do you hate the snow maidens that much?"
"Oi! The snow maidens invaded the Vermilion Bird Sect and almost killed you! I want nothing more than to capture all of them! Speaking of which, how can you be so calm? You're making me even angrier than you are. "Xu Xiaolan glowered at An Lin.
An Lin was speechless, but for some reason, he was feeling quite elated.
…
Whoosh! The sound of something tearing through the air erupted.
Meng Zhi had sprung into action. She wasn't going to give the Ghost Tribe mighty figure any time to prepare its spell technique.
A dazzling divine light erupted from the golden staff, which transformed into a series of sharp blades that pierced through the air before piercing through the Ghost Tribe mighty figure's defensive barrier.
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure unleashed a mystic technique in conjunction with the laws of heaven and earth, and its power began to increase explosively. Meng Zhi's attacks were unable to penetrate its defenses.
"Come on out! With the bone as the heart and the blood as the body, I summon the true Death God!" It abruptly sliced open its own body, and inky-black blood gushed into the sky before fusing together with the bone.
The blood adhered to the bones and squirmed, and an extremely terrifying aura began to brew.
Blood energy erupted from Dongfang Zhuangshi's body upon seeing this, and the surrounding area within a radius of five kilometers transformed into a surging sea of blood that crashed toward the Ghost Tribe mighty figure.
"You want to create a fake life in front of me?"
The corners of his lips curled up as he stomped on the sea of blood. An extremely complicated red formation appeared.
The center of the spell formation was right beneath the feet of the Ghost Tribe mighty figure.
At the same time, the red clouds in the sky surged, faintly resonating with the formation on the ground.
Dongfang Zhuangshi made a series of hand seals, and his aura soared into the heavens. "Return to the Dead, Heaven and Earth Massacre!"
Rumble! The formation on the ground revolved crazily, dark red energy enveloping the world.
The Ghost mighty figure raised its head to discover an unimaginably gargantuan crimson Kirin staring down at it. The terrifying, vast aura made it difficult for it to breathe.
The crimson Kirin extended its sharp claws, which were brimming with killing intent, and tore through the Ghost Tribe mighty figure's divine dao defenses amid a sharp screech before plunging its claws into the writhing pool of blood that contained the God of Death.
"No!" The Ghost Tribe mighty figure frantically tried to defend itself.
It was also at this moment that a bright blue blade pierced through space and punctured its body.
When the Ghost Tribe mighty figure decided to allocate more of its power to the God of Death, it was unable to defend itself against Meng Zhi's attack.
Meng Zhi's white hair danced in the wind as she abruptly twisted her wrist, upon which an unparalleled frosty power erupted from her blade before eroding the Ghost Tribe mighty figure's body in a frenzy.
The crimson Kirin was like a primordial beast with the sun and moon above its head and stars beneath its feet. Its sharp claws plunged into the God of Death's writhing pool of blood, upon which terrifying power poured forth.
Depravity, death, and killing intent descended into the abyss.
Rip!
The crimson Kirin tore through the black pool of blood and quickly stripped away the life force within it.
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure let loose an enraged roar as the pool of blood transformed into lifeless liquid that fell to the ground, creating a rain of blood.
"How could this be … My divine ability was broken again?" The Ghost Tribe mighty figure stared at the black bone hovering in the sky with incredulity on its face.
The Kirin was still trying to extend its claws toward the black bone.
However, the black divine light emanating from the bone materialized into a skeletal hand, which swatted the Kirin aside.
"Oh? The divine tool's consciousness seems to be even more powerful than that Ghost Tribe bastard's! "Dongfang Zhuangshi exclaimed in surprise.
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure: "…"
Did he have to be so heart-wrenching?
Was this middle-aged man sent by the heavens to attack it?!
A crisp sound erupted as a blue blade of ice tore through the air, slicing the Ghost Tribe mighty figure's body in half. A boundless blade projection swept forth, slicing through the earth for over fifty kilometers.
The Kirin disappeared into thin air.
The spell technique unleashed by Dongfang Zhuangshi also dissipated, and a hint of paleness appeared on his face.
Using too much power was a bit too much for him in his current state of consciousness. After returning, he had to hug An Lin again in order to recover the energy he had expended.
He looked up at the divine tool in the sky, contemplating how to capture it.
Right at this moment, a sobbing voice suddenly sounded.
"Waah …
"Why are you forcing me? Why are you forcing me to take you down with me?"
This was the Ghost Tribe mighty figure's voice!
Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi's expressions shifted at the same time as they turned to look at the body that had been sliced in half.
The eyes of the black ball of flesh that had been sliced in half and sealed in ice by Meng Zhi began to glow with a sinister red light. Finally, cracks began to appear on its face.
Countless crimson fists imbued with the power of destruction fell from the sky toward the block of ice! Boom boom boom … The area within a radius of over a kilometer was reduced into a bottomless crater.
Dongfang Zhuangshi had landed the killing blow!
"You think you can kill me just like that?"
A sinister voice swept forth from within the crater.
Black energy emanated from the bottom of the crater, forming a sinister ghost over ten thousand feet tall. The terrifying power of the divine dao erupted forth at an insane rate!
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure flew into the air and gripped onto the divine tool with a crazed expression. "Come on, let's take each other down with us!"
The inky-black ghost over ten thousand feet tall suddenly unleashed energy fluctuations that made even Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi's hearts tremble as it roared and pounced toward them.
Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi's expressions shifted drastically. Was it finally going to fight with its life on the line?
All mighty figures at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage were extremely fearsome when fighting with their lives on the line.
They unleashed powerful spell techniques to keep the ghost at bay without any hesitation.
However, when the spell techniques struck the ghost's body, it exploded like a balloon!
The entire area within a radius of over fifty kilometers was transformed into a vast expanse of murky black mist. Not only could it obstruct vision, but it could also prevent divine sense detection.
Meng Zhi faltered slightly upon seeing this.
However, Dongfang Zhuangshi immediately came to a realization. "Crap! It's trying to escape! "
That's right, mighty figures at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage all cherished their lives very much. Why would they try to take each other down with them?
A black shadow leaped out from the murky black mist and fled into the distance.
"Kukuku … I've already marked your bodies. You're all going to die when I get out of here! Ghost Emperor Po Jun and the Divine Bat Emperor are nearby. I'll contact them, and when the two Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures attack you at the same time, how are you going to survive?! "
The Ghost Tribe mighty figure chortled with glee as it withdrew its spatial seal.
However, right at this moment, it suddenly caught sight of what appeared to be a dragon up ahead?
Boom! Inky-black lightning flashed and arrived in an instant!
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