“Swish!”
The gauze-like barrier was sliced apart as a chilling gleam descended upon Mu Qing’s head.
Mu Qing’s expression changed drastically, realizing only now how sharp this guillotine truly was.
By the time she thought to dodge, it was already too late.
The guillotine flickered mid-flight, splitting into countless afterimages before vanishing into the void.
A sense of foreboding struck Mu Qing, and she barely managed to summon a layer of emerald-green armor before countless gleaming silver blades materialized around her.
A sharp hum resonated from the blades as waves of eerie cold light surged forth, sealing Mu Qing in an impenetrable storm of slashes.
Her face turned deathly pale, but she gritted her teeth and flicked her sleeves, revealing a pair of black short rods in her hands.
With a swift motion, a mountain-like barrage of rod shadows materialized before her. She lunged forward, charging straight into the onslaught of cold light.
Mu Qing knew she had lost the initiative—staying put would be fatal.
A rapid series of clashing sounds erupted like a storm.
The black rods, seemingly no ordinary treasures, initially shattered the cold light, allowing Mu Qing to push through.
But moments later, the cold light surged endlessly, and the rod shadows quickly thinned.
The black rods were hacked into fragments under the relentless assault.
Mu Qing panicked, attempting to retract her hands and summon another technique, but the cold light broke through her defenses and engulfed her.
Her emerald armor flickered desperately before being completely swallowed by the light.
A single scream echoed—then silence.
Mu Qing had fallen just like that.
The white-haired beauty stood dumbfounded, barely able to believe what she had witnessed. She knew Mu Qing’s abilities were no weaker than her own.
Meanwhile, the golden-armored puppet lightly tapped the cold light.
Instantly, the radiance condensed, reforming into the silver guillotine.
Beneath it, Mu Qing’s corpse floated in countless pieces—yet bizarrely, not a single drop of blood spilled, as if it were not flesh and blood.
The golden-armored puppet barely spared it a glance.
With his keen eyes, he had long discerned Mu Qing’s nature as a wood spirit. The state of her corpse was no surprise.
With a sinister grin, he chanted an incantation, and the guillotine spun before shooting out again—this time toward the nearby purple-blooded puppet.
The massive puppet was an ideal target.
Originally, he had planned to ambush them when their mana was depleted, wiping them all out in one strike.
But Six Legs had unexpectedly infiltrated beneath the pool, even knowing the rare technique to sever the spiritual veins.
This sent the golden-armored puppet into a frenzy.
If the connection between the pool and the spiritual veins was truly cut, even if he killed these intruders, he would face severe punishment upon returning to his clan.
After waiting so long, he could no longer hold back.
Yet, to his surprise, Mu Qing had been vigilant enough to lay numerous detection threads nearby, exposing him before he could act.
But to the golden-armored puppet, it mattered little.
With the Five Dragons Guillotine in hand, his enemies weakened and the Nether Lightning Beast keeping them occupied, victory was all but assured.
The blood-robed figure standing atop the purple-blooded puppet saw the silver streak approaching, a flicker of fear in his eyes. Without hesitation, he pointed at the incoming light.
The massive blood sphere before him trembled before shooting out as a crimson beam.
Simultaneously, the purple-blooded puppet shrank rapidly under a flash of purple light, taking on a human-sized form. Its six eyes gleamed, firing six bloody beams in rapid succession, trailing the blood sphere.
The blood-robed figure floated down beside the puppet.
With a muffled *thud*, the silver streak silently merged into the blood sphere.
The blood-robed figure’s face lit up with joy.
This blood sphere was no ordinary construct—it was refined from millennia of miasma, designed to corrupt treasures and spiritual artifacts, never failing before.
No matter how formidable the silver streak was, it couldn’t remain unaffected.
But just as this thought crossed his mind—
*Boom!*
The blood sphere exploded, pierced by countless silver rays, dissolving into a pungent crimson mist that soon dissipated into foul black smoke.
The Five Dragons Guillotine’s silver streak then clashed with the six bloody beams.
Strangely, the razor-sharp silver streak slowed upon contact, its radiance flickering.
The beams struck it one after another, forcing it to reveal its true form.
The blood-robed figure’s eyes gleamed as he swiftly formed a hand seal.
The bloody beams coalesced into a massive crimson sword that entangled the guillotine in a fierce struggle.
Despite the guillotine’s terrifying sharpness, it couldn’t immediately sever the blood sword, momentarily held at bay.
The golden-armored puppet’s eyes flashed with malice as he chanted another incantation.
The Five Dragons Guillotine erupted in silver light, spinning rapidly as countless cold rays surged forth.
With a final *crack*, the blood sword shattered into fragments, dissolving into a bloody mist.
The blood-robed figure spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which transformed into several crimson runes before vanishing.
Moments later, the bloody mist reformed into another crimson sword, which instantly resumed its entanglement with the guillotine.
The white-haired beauty, initially terrified by Mu Qing’s demise, now felt a surge of hope seeing the guillotine stalled.
Ignoring the black formation above, she flipped her hand, producing a black leather pouch and tossing it into the air.
The pouch spun, releasing a torrent of gray Yin energy, revealing over a hundred towering, fully armed ghost soldiers.
She had kept these in reserve.
With a sharp cry, she pointed at the golden-armored puppet.
The ghost soldiers raised their weapons, riding the Yin wind as they charged.
The golden-armored puppet sneered, turning to a horse-faced ghost beside him.
“Handle these. Any issues?”
“Fear not, Master. Mere lowly ghosts are no match for me,” the crystalline horse-faced ghost replied with a bow.
The golden-armored puppet nodded.
The ghost’s body shimmered before transforming into a streak of five-colored light, plunging into the Yin wind.
It materialized twin long blades, engaging the ghost soldiers in battle.
Ignoring the skirmish, the golden-armored puppet focused on chanting, pouring his divine sense into the Five Dragons Guillotine.
The silver streak let out a clear cry, splitting into five colored beams.
One continued battling the blood sword, while the other four split—two each targeting the blood-robed figure and the white-haired beauty.
The white-haired beauty’s face darkened as she glanced at the faltering green barrier above, then at the blood-robed figure beside the purple-blooded puppet.
Seeing no hope of victory, a thought of retreat flickered in her mind.
But just then, a deep roar erupted from the golden formation covering the green pool below, followed by violent tremors that shook the ground.
“Six Legs is emerging,” the blood-robed figure’s cold voice echoed in her ears.
Before she could react, two streaks of light shot toward her.
With no choice, a spectral figure appeared behind her, its hands clawing forward as two massive ghostly hands materialized above the streaks, grabbing downward.
Simultaneously, she brandished a bone-white banner, unleashing a surge of gray light to intercept the streaks.
Meanwhile, the blood-robed figure and the purple-blooded puppet were locked in fierce combat with the other two streaks.
Suddenly, a sense of danger prickled the white-haired beauty’s mind. She turned sharply toward a corner of the palace.
Her face twisted in fury.
There, beside the motionless Yuan Yao and Yan Li, stood a young man—his hands on their shoulders, countless golden arcs surging into their bodies.
It was Han Li.
The two women trembled as blood threads were forcibly expelled from their bodies, their faces contorted in agony.
“You dare?!” the white-haired beauty shrieked.
Han Li ignored her, intensifying the golden lightning. The blood threads were incinerated by the Divine Annihilation Lightning.
The two women collapsed.
Han Li enveloped them in azure light before transforming into a streak of green, darting toward the palace exit.
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