Yu Shangrong charged forward in the air.
A gust of wind formed before him.
Bazir's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Four Corners, Summon the God!"
The remaining witchcraft cultivators quickly cast out four radiant circles.
"O 'great witchcraft god.
"Listen to my plea.
Please borrow the power of the witchcraft god.
"O soul, return!
"Don't stay in the four corners.
"There's a man 10,000 feet tall there.
I'm only waiting to search your soul.
"Return!"
The huge purple circles that blotted out the sky gathered and shot toward Bazir.
Yu Shangrong moved at lightning speed. He remained calm.
When he saw this, he knew Bazir was much more powerful than he had imagined.
Among the witchcraft cultivators, rudimentary witchcraft cultivators could only cast basic witchcraft spells such as healing and exorcism. They were equivalent to cultivators below the Brahman Sea realm. Middle-rank witchcraft cultivators could master rudimentary and intermediate-rank witchcraft Formations, witchcraft traps, witchcraft spells, and control the will of others. High-rank witchcraft cultivators could set up Grand Formations that could stop an army of thousands. Apart from mastering all of these powers, grand witchcraft cultivators could also control the dead and summon the gods.
Bazir was clearly the last type of witchcraft cultivator.
Yu Shangrong moved past three afterimages.
Left, center, right. The space suddenly became hazy.
The remaining witchcraft cultivators were instantly struck by Yu Shangrong's afterimages.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Cold gleams flashed across their necks.
Figures fell from the sky.
They fell from the 100,000-foot-tall cliff.
They were seeking death!
They were trying to stop Yu Shangrong with their lives.
The witchcraft cultivators charged toward Yu Shangrong with their witchcraft halos around them.
Yu Shangrong swung his sword with all his might.
Return and Enter Three Souls.
More than 100 witchcraft cultivators died.
At this moment, a purple cloud appeared in the sky.
It covered the two of them.
Purple rain fell!
…
This was not an ordinary purple rain.
Every drop of purple rain could pierce a body, corrode one's soul, and destroy one's will.
Yu Shangrong was unruffled. He turned 360 degrees. When he was facing young Yu Zhenghai, he struck with a palm seal.
The palm seal was like a dragon's claw. It grabbed Yu Zhenghai and pushed him away.
Bam!
Young Yu Zhenghai left the range of the purple rain and drifted toward Heaven's Moat.
"Senior Brother!" Young Yu Zhenghai cried out in shock.
However, in the next second, he was covered by the purple rain.
It was like a waterfall.
From the outside, Yu Shangrong's figure could not be seen at all. It was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.
Young Yu Zhenghai felt the energy beneath his feet weakening rapidly. This meant the user's Primal Qi was declining as well.
He tensed up.
The violet rain completely blocked her line of sight …
Bazir and the remaining witchcraft cultivators were certain that even an Eight-leaf cultivator like Yu Shangrong would be severely injured by the power of the predecessors.
Sacrificing so many people, paying such a huge price … it was worth it.
The suffocating feeling in Basil's chest was gradually released.
As long as he could kill Yu Shangrong.
It was worth it!
Everything was worth it.
The purple rain lasted for a quarter of an hour.
Young Yu Zhenghai could no longer control the energy under his feet and it dissipated.
He was falling.
At almost the same time, energy swords shot out from the purple rain! The energy swords spiraled upward in the shape of umbrellas, keeping the purple rain at bay.
Yu Shangrong stepped into the air with a determined look in his eyes. His three figures blurred as he charged forward.
When Bazir saw this, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
Even Basil felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
"He's not dead?!"
Initially, Yu Shangrong merely swung his sword leisurely in the purple rain.
He tried his best to swing his sword and cut through the purple rain. This was the basic practice of practicing the sword in the rain. Even when he was in the middle of a waterfall, he could remain unscathed. This was his sword path.
"This is impossible …"
Basil's mouth trembled. His eyes widened, and his expression changed drastically. At this moment, Yu Shangrong's three figures were already in front of him.
The remaining five witchcraft cultivators stood in front of Yu Shangrong.
Basil waved his staff. "You don't have a sword. How are you going to kill me?!"
Yu Shangrong's expression was cold. A long energy sword shot out from his index and middle fingers. He was using his fingers as a sword!
"Who said I can't kill without a sword?!"
Yu Shangrong straightened his back and pushed out with two fingers.
Whoosh!
An energy sword pierced through the five figures.
The five figures landed.
Yu Shangrong continued charging forward at lightning speed.
Bam!
The energy sword bypassed the staff and pierced Basil's heart, leaving a bloody hole behind.
Yu Shangrong did not even look at Basil. He turned around and dove toward young Yu Zhenghai.
Basil looked at his chest in disbelief. Blood was gushing out of his wound.
The purple rain in the sky subsided quickly.
The purple radiant circle was fading as well.
The area above the 100,000-foot-deep abyss gradually quieted down. In just a blink of an eye, Basil was the only one left. He hovered in the air with great difficulty.
His plan was perfect. From Lou Lan to Rouli, from setting up the trap to laying an ambush in the 100,000-foot-deep abyss.
However, he had miscalculated Yu Shangrong's strength.
Bazir looked down and saw Yu Shangrong charging downward with no regard for his own safety to save the falling young man.
He seemed to understand something, and he withdrew the power from his body.
He withdrew his power.
The wind whistled past his ears.
"Even if I die, I want to see you trapped in the abyss!" Basil dove headfirst.
He continued to sink.
His eyes were locked on Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong struck with his palm. A palm seal shot downward.
Alas, he was sinking faster and faster.
The 100,000-foot-deep abyss seemed bottomless.
There had been cultivators who had tried to explore the abyss and uncover its secrets. After generations of hard work and countless deaths, they came to a conclusion that those who entered the abyss would most likely die.
Their only hope of survival was to give up halfway and return immediately.
After falling for what seemed like an eternity, the light in the sky dimmed. The surroundings were as silent as night. It was as though dusk had fallen.
Yu Shangrong struck with his palm again.
The dragon-claw-like palm seal reached for Yu Zhenghai who was sinking deeper into the abyss.
When Basil saw this, he shouted, "Give up!"
Yu Shangrong's gaze was dark. He was unyielding as he waved his hand.
Swoosh!
The palm seal caught young Yu Zhenghai and sent him flying upward.
Basil said, "It's too late!"
Yu Shangrong felt a powerful suction force coming from the abyss.
He wanted to fly upward, but due to the huge consumption of Primal Qi, he could only maintain a balance with the suction force.
He was stuck in the dark void.
"If he dies, all of Lou Lan will die with him!" Yu Shangrong's voice was cold and powerful.
Basil fell from above. His remaining power held him back.
Cough!
"Why?" Basil shuddered inwardly.
'Shouldn't the blame be on the Roulians?
He died in Roulian territory. The Evil Sky Pavilion should be looking for the Roulians. '
"Stay alive." Yu Shangrong pulled with all his might. However, he discovered young Yu Zhenghai had fainted as he continued to sink.
Then, he raised his palm and struck Yu Zhenghai.
Yu Zhenghai broke free from the suction force and flew upward.
Basil could not understand this. "Is an ordinary person worth this?"
It was not worth it to sacrifice an Eight-leaf cultivator for the sake of an ordinary person.
Yu Shangrong had sent Yu Zhenghai out of the abyss with his palm strike, and he was bound to fall.
He looked at Yu Zhenghai who was flying upward and said calmly, "There are many things that are worth it if you think it's worth it."
Basil seemed to have understood something.
He remembered the past and the conflict between Lou Lan and Great Yan.
He remembered the 70,000 corpses in the desert.
He remembered the blood-stained waters of Guluo River.
There was no end to the strife.
The great sages had once said that humans were the most adept at internal strife.
What was the point of fighting?
"Perhaps, this is the reason why Great Yan is stronger than the Ten Thousand Tribes …"
Basil suddenly unleashed the remaining purple power in his body. He released the last of the purple clouds that resembled cotton candy and flew upward.
He held Yu Zhenghai back as he flew toward Heaven's Moat.
"Alas, I don't have any more power to save you …"
"… All I ask is that you spare the people of Lou Lan."
After saying this, Basil closed his eyes. His body was burned by the peculiar purple flames.
This was the last shred of dignity left behind by a grand shaman to prevent himself from being controlled by another grand shaman.
The flames devoured him bit by bit until he vanished into the 100,000-foot-deep abyss without a trace.
PS: It's Monday. I'm looking for recommendation votes … My recommendation votes have dropped by 100. Terrifying …
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