Li Yao turned around and glared at him, only to discover a Cultivator who was shuddering in the cold and staring at the longsword in his hands in a daze, as if he could not believe that the sword aura just now was triggered by himself. He then looked at Li Yao pitifully, completely at a loss.
Li Yao was of a mind to kick the incompetent guy to the ground, but there was no time.
The Cultivators of Ghost Qin had been highly tensed in the first place, and they might explode at any moment. The sword aura was like a barrel of gunpowder that had been detonated. All the Cultivators of Ghost Qin roared and lunged forward.
For a moment, the sabers and the swords collided. The grenades and the broken limbs were flying everywhere. Explosions and screams were echoing nonstop. Hardly had the blood spurted out when it was frozen into bizarre-shaped red flowers in midair, before it fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, turning into translucent pearls of blood.
Li Yao was unable to stop the mutual destruction of the Cultivators of the two parties at all.
Besides, the battlefield in front of him was not the only battlefield that was mired in the mist.
After dodging the explosions of a few grenades that were embedded with the bones of the wolf tusks, Li Yao felt that his ears were humming, and his eyes were blurred.
In his dizziness, he discovered that the markers that were used to guide the way had all been blown apart. It was impossible for him to tell where the camp was at all.
Li Yao cursed aloud in his heart. He lowered his head and dodged a rushing saber before he kicked the Cultivator of Ghost Qin who had lunged at him ferociously dozens of meters away. Then, he stomped on the ground heavily and soared into the sky. The green wings of spiritual energy that looked like will-o '-the-wisps spurted out of his back abruptly, only to be reduced by half in the extremely cold environment.
Holding back the biting coldness, Li Yao exploited his cells crazily and unleashed the maximum spiritual energy he could muster. He flew higher and higher. Layers of frost were condensed around him nonstop, only to be shattered and obliterated by the surging spiritual energy. The ice tides hissed below his feet and extended icicles that looked like ghost claws at him, but they failed to catch up with his speed in the end. He flew to an altitude of almost a thousand meters and craned his head from the mist that looked like an ocean of clouds.
Li Yao was about to summon his eyesight and look for the camp, when another giant head popped up in the mist not far away, too.
This man had a dry and shriveled monkey face, but he had a stiff beard and towering hair. Moreover, they were all red like a raging fire, giving people a feeling of hostility and hostility, as well as a feeling of being completely unreasonable.
His eyes were bloodshot, but they were not spreading out in a radioactive manner. Instead, they seemed to be spinning nonstop in circles, making it very easy for one to be trapped in his aura.
The moment Li Yao discovered the guy, the guy sensed Li Yao's existence, too. His bloody eyes were spinning even faster. He grinned, baring his gold, sharp teeth. "Master Spiritual Vulture."
Li Yao's pupils constricted violently.
The guy's appearance was so unique that he was unique in the entire Ancient Sages Sector. Li Yao had seen his portrait before.
"Heaven Battering King."
It was exactly Qi Changsheng, the leader of the Heaven Battering Army and one of the Four Rapscallions, who boasted an indestructible body and had been able to rise again every time he was annihilated.
Qi Changsheng burst into laughter. Suddenly, he shrank his neck and crawled back into the mist, vanishing into thin air.
Li Yao's hair, however, was standing on end. He had a warning sign that was even more intense than when the ice devils were coming. Dozens of needles as thin as hair darted out and interweaved into a sharp protective net around him, dragging dozens of molecular mica threads.
Hardly had the monocrystalline mica threads finished interweaving when an orange claw of fire crawled out of the depths of the fog and snatched at Li Yao's abdomen brutally. It hit the monocrystalline mica threads exactly and was almost cut into halves as if it had walked into a trap.
A bellow echoed deep inside the mist, and the fiery claw was gone. Very soon, Qi Changsheng slowly surfaced from the mist again.
At this moment, he was like a completely different person from before. His originally dry skin had turned into an almost translucent orange-red color, and there were also deep purple cracks. His beard and hair were jumping like hot flames, and his entire body seemed to be condensed from magma.
According to the legends, wherever the Drought Demon passed, the land would be dyed red, and there would be endless wildfires.
Although the legends were exaggerated, the Heaven Battering King's' indestructible body 'clearly boasted some sort of supernatural ability to control fire.
Perhaps it was because the mitochondria of his cells worked in a different way from that of other people.
Just now, Qi Changsheng had intended to sneak into the mist and ambush Li Yao, but his plan had backfired. His right hand had almost been cut in half by the molecular mica threads, leaving a shocking wound on it.
However, what flowed out of the wound was not blood, but some kind of viscous substance similar to magma. It was like a powerful adhesive that glued the wound together at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, not even half a scar was left.
The word 'indestructible' was presented in such a weird way.
Qi Changsheng made a gesture with his right hand. His Cosmos Ring flashed crazily, and a saber more than two meters long made of the Heavenly River Copper slowly surfaced.
With an extremely solemn face, he stared at Li Yao with his spiral, bloody eyes and said, one word after another, "Master Spiritual Vulture, there is no grudge between you and me in the past. There is no reason for us to fight each other the moment we meet."
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when Qi Changsheng turned into a streak of orange brilliance again. The saber in his hand smashed at Li Yao overwhelmingly with the aura of a magnificent army.
Li Yao had long been prepared for it. He sniffed, and a bright green claw appeared on his right hand. He blinked and turned into dozens of shadows that dodged Qi Changsheng's attack and condensed behind him again.
"You are quite right, Heaven Battering King."
The sharp claw on Li Yao's right hand turned into a cluster of grey mist. More than ten holes had been drilled on every edge of the claw, through which a molecular mica thread was inserted. As if he were manipulating puppets, he controlled almost a hundred molecular mica threads to attack Qi Changsheng's critical parts. While launching the fatal attacks, he cackled. "Not only do we have no grudge between us in the past, but I'm also told that Heaven Battering King has excavated countless relics in the northwest and is best at exploring underground treasures. I'm quite good at studying magical equipment and cracking rune arrays, too. There are great opportunities for us to cooperate."
"Exactly."
Despite the thousands of wounds on his body caused by Li Yao's molecular mica threads, Qi Changsheng was still unleashing overwhelming auras with his fiery saber. He was even trying to melt Li Yao's molecular mica threads with the scorching flames around him, forcing Li Yao to withdraw the molecular mica threads and the needles and retreat quickly.
Qi Changsheng burst into laughter. "You and I are both here for treasures, not for mutual destruction. Although we are on different sides right now, we are both well aware that Han Baling, Wan Mingzhu, Wang Xi, and Qi Zhongdao, the dog emperor, and the six major sects on your side are not very reliable. When we are faced with the Cloud Qin Gold Statues, it remains to be seen which of us will be the enemy and which of us will be the friend."
BOOM!
The two of them had another head-on collision in midair. Ripples were spreading out in the icy mist nearby like a spreading storm.
Li Yao gnashed his teeth. "They are unreliable, but is Heaven Battering King reliable?"
"Nobody is f * cking reliable nowadays."
Qi Changsheng spat and said, "However, however big my appetite is, it is impossible for me to swallow dozens of Cloud Qin Gold Statues at the same time, just like it is impossible for you to swallow all the Cloud Qin Gold Statues however big your appetite is, Master. What's wrong with making things convenient for other people and making things convenient for ourselves?"
"Alright."
Li Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "After the few rounds of attacks, we've basically figured out each other's capability. Whichever of us wants to kill the other will have to pay a gory price.
"In that case, why don't we call it a day and wait until the Divine Palace is opened and we find the Cloud Qin Gold Statues? Then, we'll see whether we should fight each other to the death or join hands to fight the enemy."
Shua!
Qi Changsheng's saber spread out a giant wave of flames.
By the time the 'giant wave' was minced apart by the frigid wind, he had already drifted hundreds of meters away and stood on the other side of the icy mist. With his saber on his waist, he bowed at Li Yao casually, indicating that the deal had been made.
Right then, a series of deafening noises were echoing inside the icy mist. The noises were so loud that they were transmitted to the altitude of almost a thousand meters through the thick icy mist. It was not hard to imagine how intimidating the source of the noises was.
Then, the center of the icy mist suddenly sank, as if a giant crack had appeared below the 'ocean of clouds'. All the icy mist was flowing down along the crack. Very soon, it was much thinner.
As the icy mist gradually thinned out, the two of them were finally able to see the whole picture down below. It was truly a messy, messy, and messy battlefield.
Because of the blockage of the mist and the scourge of the ice tide, both the Cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty and the Four Rapscallions of Ghost Qin had lost their way.
After fleeing in a panic for a while, many of them ran into their opponents and fought hard. The icy land was dyed red with blood.
It was not until this moment that the icy mist gradually dispersed, as if the high walls of a maze had been removed. It was not until then that they realized that they had been completely entangled with the enemy. It was impossible for them to get out of the battlefield at all.
After the weird silence, the two parties burst out roars and spiritual waves that were even more furious. Having no time to care about the ice devils that were still wandering around them, they were mired in the endless abyss.
"Wu!"
Magnificent horns echoed in the camp of the Great Qian Dynasty's flying boats.
The 'Fiery Phoenix Legion', which was wearing the crimson phoenix armor, marched toward the center of the battlefield like a burning arrow under the command of Emperor Phoenix in person.
It was the only organized troop on the Great Qian Dynasty's side in the mess. It was obviously of great importance when it was sent to the battlefield.
Hiu! Hiu! Hiu!
Hiu! Hiu! Hiu! Far away, on the other side of the icy land, a few whistling arrows were shot into the sky, too.
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