A breathtaking spear forged from solidified evil!
The Divine Infant Ancestor reacted swiftly, but the spear’s owner was faster by countless times.
The spear pierced through its body in an instant, unleashing violent explosive energy that cleared everything in the surrounding space, also shattering the cause and effect on the side of its soul chart.
The Divine Infant Ancestor tried to see who was coming, but all it saw was a vast world pushing towards it.
The black spear shook, scattering under the wrap of a red robe and silver face.
At the end of the spear was Song Yan’s hand.
The hand pushed the spear, and the spear continued onward.
Divine Infant Ancestor, dead!
The spear tip touched the array shield.
Array shield, shattered!
The eight human cultivators behind the shield watched this scene in panic, but... the owner of the spear saw them as mere ants.
His eyes were only on the female cultivator in the black sword robe.
Time seemed to freeze, solidify.
Song Yan and Demon Mother Su Yao met eyes across the lengthy spear.
Demon Mother Su Yao smiled alluringly, her figure instantly retreating, while the eight human cultivators who had been hiding behind her each displayed their divine powers, charging towards the spear.
For a moment, energy layered, and smoke scattered.
The solidified evil was quickly consumed, and the cultivators died one by one.
Dead cultivators, bodies destroyed and souls extinguished, yet after the smoke cleared, strips of loosened black shackles were revealed.
"Husband, you finally care to see me?" Demon Mother Su Yao shrieked with laughter.
The shackles united, attacking Song Yan.
Song Yan abandoned the spear, and a white-clad immortal instantly appeared, white turned mysterious, red lips, enchanting eyes, a robust body, a thief’s hand, and the same shackles as Demon Mother Su Yao.
The immortal raised a hand, confronting Demon Mother Su Yao’s shackles.
The shackles surged like a tide of snakes, each biting, eager to get ahead.
The immortal’s single hand slapped left and right, scattering nine locks to pieces.
"Husband, you’ve made quite some progress; how many people did you consume to nearly reach the Rotting Thought Layer?" Demon Mother Su Yao giggled, "If it weren’t for you cutting one of my shackles, I wouldn’t refuse to cooperate with you."
Song Yan laughed, "My dear, look behind you."
Demon Mother Su Yao threw a seductive look, laughing, "Husband, you always deceive..."
Before she finished speaking, her face changed abruptly, for she truly felt a terrifying presence behind her.
Whoosh~
Demon Mother Su Yao stepped on Lingbo, her shadow flickering as she shifted positions, simultaneously splitting her shackles to attack the direction of the presence.
Smack!
The shackles hit nothing; that terrifying presence... was just a mass of air.
"You, what kind of power is this?" Demon Mother Su Yao asked.
Song Yan said, "My dear, looking around during a magical battle is not a good habit."
Demon Mother Su Yao hurriedly turned, and just then, another terrifying presence rose from her left rear.
Demon Mother Su Yao again swung her hand to strike.
Song Yan took the opportunity to close in.
The Celestial Demon returning to the Sea of Suffering meant everything had to start anew, for it was easy to return, hard to emerge.
But the Nine-Child Demon Mother could no longer care.
"Where are you going?"
Song Yan chuckled coldly, tossing out a string of prayer beads.
The Changwang Prayer Beads spun like a wheel, slicing towards the Nine-Child Demon Mother.
Nine-Child Demon Mother released all nine locks.
Clank!
Clank clank clank!!
After four sounds, four of the nine locks broke!
Yet, the Nine-Child Demon Mother had already approached the Sea of Suffering, the closer to the sea, the more power restored, until within the Sea of Suffering world, it became superior to a Divine Infant again.
It cast a venomous glance back at Song Yan beyond the sea, and the seam of the Sea of Suffering closed.
Song Yan was not disheartened; such an existence as the Nine-Child Demon Mother was inherently tough to kill unless he had solid power above a Divine Infant and could lock down space, then he could succeed.
At the moment, he saw four locks had fallen and began their refinement with ease.
Meanwhile, the corpse demon Song Yan didn’t target Su Yao.
The female cultivator in the black sword robe knelt on the ground, panting heavily, slowly... she looked up, her eyes having already changed; she glanced at Song Yan, sighed lightly, and said, "Song Yan, I know the way to the Celestial Venerable Secret Realm."
Song Yan fixed his gaze on her for a long time and said, "Sorry, but right now I don’t trust you."
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