Crimson thunderfire crashed down from the sky. Helian Wujiang knew that once Yehui appeared, there would be no room for compromise. So, unlike the monk, he did not bother to speak. Black qi flowed through his eyes as he raised his divine ability to resist the purple waters descending from above.0

Yehui's Dao lineage came from Douxuan. Moreover, Helian Wujiang had already fought for a long time and had lost the initiative. For a moment, danger closed in from all sides. The pitch-black [Rakshasa Sea] that once covered the sky was collapsing into rolling frost as it was suppressed by the purple waters. The bright sky gradually came back into view.0

Li Ximing steadied himself in midair with his divine ability. The reprieve allowed the medicinal pills he had taken to take effect. His mana, once sluggish and constrained by Baleful Qi at every turn, started to flow again, circulating through his dharma body.0

The battle had already run its course for quite some time. It was only when Helian Wujiang appeared and that spirit blade closed in that Daoist Master Luo's voice reached his ears, telling him that reinforcements...0