Supporting the stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge gazed at the Black Dragon Dread in the distant horizon, as well as the people surging over towards him.
As he observed, Yan Zhaoge sent a sound transmission with his aura-qi to Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng, generally explaining the current situation.
"To be able to control the Black Dragon Dread, one has to be at least a Great Grandmaster." At this moment, Ah Hu's expression was solemn, completely devoid of his usual slickness and mischievousness, "The other side not directly making a move, it is likely that they are wary of the Martial Grandmasters of Broad Creed Mountain here, at the same time also having the effect of restricting them."
Feng Yunsheng gripped the hilt of the black saber. "Completely relying on the power of the Black Dragon Dread's calamity, that Grandmaster would not be able to get close, nor would he be able to control it meticulously. Thus, he does not have full confidence in achieving his goal."
"It would naturally be best if they can bury us with the Black Dragon Dread. If they can't, then they can create chaos and cause us to be overwhelmed."
Feng Yunsheng looked at Yan Zhaoge, "At this time, if someone were to make use of the chaos to make a move, their chances of success would increase greatly …"
Yan Zhaoge's gaze was deep and distant as he nodded slightly, not saying anything more.
Suddenly, gazing over, Yan Zhaoge saw that behind Jun Luo, that Lian Ying of the Lian Family had a rather strange expression on his face as he suddenly drew out a black sword.
Yan Zhaoge frowned. At first, he had thought that he wanted to harm Jun Luo. Just as he was about to stop him, he saw that the target of that black sword was, shockingly, Lian Ying himself.
The black dagger pierced into Lian Ying's arm, and a "weng" sound rang out.
Strange spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from the black dagger and the wound on Lian Ying's arm.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze hardened, "It seems to be a variant of some blood sacrificial technique. Some sort of curse seal was buried within his bloodline?"
Fresh blood dripped down from Lian Ying's arm and landed on the sand below. The sand was instantly dyed white.
Light and shadow floated in the air, condensing into a faintly discernible giant rune. Then, the rune imprinted itself on the ground.
With the place where Lian Ying stood as the center, the snow-white color spread rapidly towards the surrounding desert.
Suddenly, the ground beneath everyone's feet shook violently. Like an earthquake, the white sea of sand suddenly became dangerous.
The desert beneath their feet seemed to have turned into quicksand. Instantly, it sank into the ground!
Everyone was stunned, "This … this is, the White Dragon Dread?"
Everyone present was a martial artist. Other than Jun Luo, Lian Ying, and Lian Cheng, everyone else was a Martial Scholar.
Sensing that something was wrong, he tried to leap up, but he was unable to break free from the white quicksand.
He only exerted a little force with his feet. Not only was he unable to pull his feet out of the quicksand, he sank even deeper.
Regardless of whether it was forceful or gentle, the result was the same. They tried to activate their Gang Qi, but as soon as the Gang Qi came into contact with the white quicksand, it would immediately disappear!
In the sky above his head, a black storm raged. The desert beneath his feet had turned into a quicksand well that wanted to bury him alive.
His feet sank into the quicksand. No one dared to move. The more they struggled, the faster they would sink.
While he was unable to move, he could only watch as the terrifying black storm approached him.
Jun Luo cried out in surprise. There was nothing beneath her feet, and her body sank rapidly. Very quickly, nearly half of her body had sunk into the white sand.
It was the same for Lian Cheng.
However, Lian Ying was still standing steadily on the white sand. His footsteps were normal, which made him look exceptionally strange.
Fresh blood continuously flowed from the wound on Lian Ying's arm, and his face grew paler and paler. Virtually no blood could be seen on his face at all, his entire person appearing incredibly frail.
However, he was exceptionally excited, a sickly, excited smile on his face as he looked dazedly at Jun Luo, "Luo Luo, don't be afraid. It'll be fine. "
Lian Ying walked towards Jun Luo step by step, saying softly as he did so, "As long as you hug me tightly, you won't have to worry about sinking into the desert. I can bring you along as we move freely underground."
"Like this. The Black Dragon Dread Storm on the surface is also nothing to worry about. "
Smiling dazedly, he spread his arms wide, as if wanting to embrace Jun Luo, "Look, Luo Luo, I'm also not bad, right? Yan Zhaoge can save you, and so can I. "
On Lian Ying's arm, that black sword was still deeply embedded in the wound, fresh blood dripping unceasingly.
Hearing his words, while they were in danger, everyone was also slightly dazed, some of them involuntarily looking towards Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Lian Ying, "The Same Heart Blood Curse. This is already no longer something that is purely within the realm of the martial dao. It is more inclined towards mystical arts. However, this comes at the price of burning your own essence blood, resembling a sacrifice."
"While you have triggered the White Dragon Dread, with your qi and blood, you won't be able to live for long."
Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly, "Making use of the connection between the blood curse and the natural disaster, you will indeed be able to move freely within the White Dragon Dread for a short period of time. Those who come into contact with you will similarly be able to be brought along as well, not having to worry about the danger of the quicksand."
"However, that would also drag that person into the Same Heart Blood Curse, offering their essence blood as a sacrifice for the curse. Very quickly, they will follow in your footsteps, their qi and blood running dry as they die."
"You want Luo Luo to die together with you?"
Hearing Yan Zhaoge's words, Jun Luo stared wide-eyed, looking at Lian Ying in disbelief.
Lian Cheng who had grown up together with Lian Ying was even more dumbfounded, only feeling that this clan brother of his had suddenly become so unfamiliar that it was frightening.
Meeting Jun Luo's gaze, Lian Ying's expression changed slightly, as for just that one moment, he could not bear to see this, as well as being at a loss.
But very quickly, he chuckled lightly, "Born in the same quilt, dying in the same hole; it can also be considered not in vain."
Lian Ying gazed at Yan Zhaoge, "Still beats watching helplessly as Luo Luo gets closer and closer to another man."
"Yan Zhaoge, you are a Heaven's favoured son, you are high and lofty, you will become a legend of this generation. Compared to you who stands above the clouds, how many people like me are like dust, living like mud? But so what? Just because you stand above the clouds, you can trample on us as you please, can you even snatch away the last bit of light in my life? "
"Impossible! While I am weak, I also want to try, pulling you down from the clouds, seeing how pathetic you look when you are covered in mud and water, seeing if you can still remain high and lofty like this! "
The thin youth roared agitatedly.
At the same time, the white quicksand on the ground rampaged, a black storm howling within the sky.
Other than the White Dragon Dread that had suddenly appeared beneath their feet, the Black Dragon Dread formed of the Black Nightmare Storm within the sky, obscuring the heavens and covering the earth, had already arrived before them, a terrifying black gale descending upon their heads!
Yan Zhaoge's expression was tranquil as he supported the stone pillar, not moving at all where he was, the purple light of thunder suddenly flickering within his right eye!
At the same time, flipping his left hand, a small black incense burner appearing within it before he casually threw it to Ah Hu, "Take care of the White Dragon Dread, as well as bring Luo Luo and the others out."
Even as Ah Hu acknowledged, he stared at Lian Ying with an unfriendly gaze.
"Although, I actually don't really understand what exactly you are so resentful about." Yan Zhaoge's gaze was focused on the Black Nightmare Storm, not even looking at Lian Ying at all, "Still, is it because I have been too gentle these past two years of cultivating my character to the point that everyone now wants to try stepping on me to climb higher, to prove themselves?"
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