As the tide of Evil Qi receded, Song Yan's gaze followed along.
This magic technique cleared the wind and snow Evil Qi but left behind so Slaughter Liquid.
The density of the Slaughter Liquid was clearly visible before his eyes.
His gaze swept quickly, and indeed, he saw a place with an abundance of Slaughter Liquid towards the southeast, surrounded by an area where the distribution was "gradually sparse."
This corroborated his view.
With a thought, the two swords at his side unsheathed themselves, one on the left and one on the right, one black and one white, intertwining as the Double Evil, propelling him towards the southeast.
However, he was only halfway when he t with an attack.
The attack from Slaughter Liquid was insignificant in his eyes; he saw two fog-like figures approaching swiftly from afar, each exuding an aura of the Late Stage Of Crimson Palace!
Two Late Stage Crimson Palace entities attacked simultaneously, with violent energies enveloping Song Yan.
Song Yan was stunned: Not to ntion Ghost Chi Xia shouldn't be in the Late Stage Crimson Palace. Even if he were, where did this Evil Land conjure another Late Stage Crimson Palace? If he really had such subordinates, Zhang Han wouldn't have to move an inch to easily absorb Shadow Puppet Peak under his command.
But as he pondered this, his actions didn't slow.
He swiftly changed his technique; the extrely fast Black and White Double Evil suddenly shifted, the Sword Rainbow Escape Light entwined in Double Evil suddenly flared, transforming into a robust sword light mixed with red and silver, silver on the outside, red on the inside.
From afar, it appeared as a Silver Armored Demon Dragon billowing with blood smoke.
Sword Evil Demon Dragon!
Song Yan rode the dragon, becoming one with the sword, his speed surged beyond what it was before.
Hastily, he bypassed the two Late Stage Crimson Palace experts who ca to intercept him, continuing forward.
Ti seed to have completely slowed; his speed was incredibly fast, yet it felt as if everything was moving slowly because, at this mont, his perception reached its pinnacle, and Zhang Han naturally noticed as well.
Having moved rely several tens of feet, he saw figures appearing in the distance again.
Figures exuding the aura of Late Stage Crimson Palace experts.
Four!
The four Late Stage Crimson Palace bodied seed to discern the might of his technique, jointly attacking with extre coordination, conjuring terrifying energies that rushed directly at Song Yan.
Song Yan was increasingly shocked but determined one thing: Those figures were never living beings, but Zhang Han's attack thod, the technique of the Purple Mansion!
As for what thod it was, he was clueless.
The four energies charged forth violently, and if he confronted them head-on, even as strong as Song Yan was, he would be heavily drained.
A weakened arrow reaches the end of its flight, what fear should the toothless tiger hold?
Indeed, if to fight, he must at least see Zhang Han first!
Thus, he bit down rapidly, changing his technique once more!
The blood smoke-sweeping Sword Evil Demon Dragon abruptly halted, reverting to the intertwined Black and White Double Evil, the speed slowed; the energy ahead landed on the position he would have been, causing a space-tearing explosion.
Sword technique switched again, returning to the Demon Dragon, following his heart's intent, attacking once more as the strongest wave of energy settled, charging forward with minimal cost, leaving those four figures behind, rapidly moving over a hundred feet.
Then...
Song Yan saw more Late Stage Crimson Palace experts.
This ti not two, not four, not even eight.
But sixteen!
Sixteen indistinct figures had ford a wall ahead, each raising their hands towards Song Yan, their emitted killing intent unyielding in its concealnt.
If it were soone else, especially an Early Stage Crimson Palace cultivator standing there, they'd be utterly terrified.
Yet Song Yan had earlier employed so small ans to break through two barriers, knowing his opponent had defenses against repeat tactics.
He glanced at those figures, his peripheral vision scanned behind him, discovering the six figures that previously obstructed him had vanished.
In this mont, Song Yan suddenly realized sothing: These sixteen Late Stage Crimson Palace experts were not just not living, not even human, nor ghosts—they were an attack thod he couldn't comprehend.
He focused, noticing those sixteen figures not only had blurred faces, but everything was vague, save for the sharp killing intent and latent energy.
Suddenly, an inspired thought sprang forth: They are thoughts!
These are Zhang Han's thoughts.
The principal difference between the Purple Mansion Realm and the Crimson Palace Realm is that the latter must rely on the body and Profound Treasure to wield Profound Qi, but the forr can utilize thoughts to wield force.
Those thoughts dissipate independently, wielding magic.
But how quickly can a person generate thoughts?
If every thought could launch an attack, how terrifying would it be?
In a flash, Song Yan gritted his teeth, fiercely charging forward.
The sixteen Late Stage Crimson Palace entities no longer hesitated, launching impassively with perfect coordination.
The Demon Dragon surged and spun forcefully, shredding the energy confronting it one by one.
Shattering one layer, two layers, three layers, four layers...nine layers, ten layers, yet unable to break more.
Residual energy continued pressing on Song Yan.
But Song Yan had vanished.
He turned into a gust, a sword wind, blown away by the explosive force, then erged from the sword wind, appearing briefly elsewhere, instantaneously using the Sword Evil Demon Dragon to push forward once more!
Then...
He saw thirty-two Late Stage Crimson Palace figures appear ahead of him.
As for behind him, all those who had previously acted had disappeared.
At this mont, Song Yan completely confird: These are thoughts—only thoughts could shift so recklessly, abruptly appearing and disappearing.
Employing these thoughts for attack might be quite taxing. Yet for soone sitting at the Three Kingdoms Profound Vein's core in the Purple Mansion Realm, it's re whim.
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