Cultivating a sixth-tier cultivation technique, if there's no subsequent stronger technique that matches, it would be unknown how long it would take to break through to the seventh tier of the Sanctum.
Perhaps, a wrong choice could an he would never be able to step over the threshold into the seventh tier in his lifeti.
Could he be content with that?
No! He was not content.
"Perhaps, submitting to this junior classmate and becoming his left-hand man would be a very good choice..."
The other party had connections that could subdue the direct descendants of the Four Ancient Empires.
The other party had cultivation techniques—just look at the two won in front of him, who reached the pseudo-seventh tier of the Sanctum in just two months, which clearly showed that he controlled several cultivation techniques of at least the seventh-tier Sanctum level!
The other party had power, and it was extrely terrifying. At the very least, in this change of heaven, he would definitely rise with the montum and beco a colossal force that could influence the situation!
Wu Zhaoyi took a deep breath, having made up his mind.
Ouyang Pojun and Zhao Siyi imdiately noticed the change in Wu Zhaoyi, and they also understood that the three of them had probably made the sa decision.
As for the remaining five Grand Lords, they each had their own thoughts at this mont.
On the battlefield at this mont, with Liu Yiqing's slaughter, a ten-thousand-man army formation had been forcefully collapsed.
Mo Yi naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. The Emperor Banner suddenly enlarged explosively, and then a dark spinning black hole appeared on its surface.
The next mont, terrifying suction force, combined with the simultaneous action of four Ghost Kings, forcibly dragged two Three-Clawed Blood Dragons—which had only half of their bodies restored—into the Emperor Banner.
Falling into the Artifact Spirit Banner, they were directly suppressed by the churning Blood River inside, imprisoned in the depths of the Blood River, continuously eroded and assimilated by the power of the Blood Fiends.
The entanglent of the two Three-Clawed Blood Dragons was forcibly severed, and they imdiately suffered an extrely terrifying backlash.
An already collapsed battle formation, one by one, the fifth-tier Epics were running away but had only run a few steps when they were suddenly hit by a terrifying backlash force.
"Ptui," a mouthful of old blood was spat out, and they directly fell to the ground.
Already terrified by Liu Yiqing, now suddenly hit by a severe backlash, they directly couldn't bear the blow and passed out.
The fleeing people fell in swathes, which made the pursuing Liu Yiqing sowhat baffled, but her movents didn't stop at all.
With each swing of her spear, she produced a spear dragon over a hundred ters long.
Anyone in the path of this line couldn't withstand the thrust of the spear dragon, and their bodies were pierced with a hole.
Blood sprayed, quickly wetting a piece of land, then led by the Blood Lake to rge in, ultimately dying silently, their spirits also drawn and sucked into the Emperor Banner.
Another battle formation that had its Three-Clawed Blood Dragon ties cut also collapsed at this mont.
More than ten thousand fifth-tier Epics almost simultaneously coughed up blood, their vitality instantly weakened by half, their spirit and energy also fell into listlessness.
Severely injured, with their strength less than thirty percent of their peak, naturally, they wouldn't stay in place waiting for death.
Without any hesitation, these people turned and ran in all directions.
Just now, they had witnessed the ferocity of Liu Yiqing, who killed as easily as slaughtering chickens.
Once she finished with the nearby ten-thousand-man corps, the next would undoubtedly be them.
As for banding together everyone's strength to resist, they hadn't even thought about it.
Others need only one spear strike to slay the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon; who among them was as tough as a Blood Dragon?
Probably, if a group of them rushed up, the person would be gone, turned to dust and scattered bones.
And with the desertion of these ten thousand-plus fifth-tier Epics in the midst of battle, at this mont, Liu Yiqing's weakness was exposed.
Of course, this couldn't really be considered a weakness.
She lacked a thod for large-scale area-of-effect attacks against enemies!
Even if she could swing her spear a dozen tis in one second, with every strike bringing forth a spear dragon a hundred ters long, the enemies' escape speed was also not slow.
As long as they're not within a hundred ters of Liu Yiqing, the sweeping Spear Dragon Storm wouldn't be lethal.
As long as they ran fast enough, her spear dragons couldn't catch up to them.
Unfortunately, in this battle, it wasn't just Liu Yiqing alone; there was also Mo Yi outside, who had set up a vast Evil Formation.
After the battle formation collapsed, without the protection of the protective barrier, countless Demon Souls in the sky imdiately rushed towards these Fifth Tier Epics.
A group of severely injured Fifth Tier Epics, with only thirty percent of their strength left, were encircled and beaten by countless Fourth Tier Demon Souls.
Their fate was easily imaginable.
If it weren't for Mo Yi using the Artifact Spirit to control and forbid the Demon Souls in the Demon Soul Formation from the Blood River from mutilating the corpses.
These more than ten thousand fleeing Epics would have been torn to shreds by the overwhelming Demon Souls.
Countless Demon Souls, coupled with the enhancent of the Great Formation, and not fearing death, how could these Epics possibly escape from such a desperate situation?
And the last group of Epics within the battle formation, upon the command of their superiors, imdiately resorted to their final asure.
The last Three-Clawed Blood Dragon they had condensed, suddenly broke free from its restraints and plunged into the Blood Lake, its body rapidly swelling.
In just a few breaths, the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon unleashed all the power of the Blood Fiend within it.
With a "boom," the explosion of terrifying energy tore open the space sealed by the Demon Soul Formation of the Blood River.
In an instant, a vacuum region spanning a thousand ters appeared in the midst of the Blood Lake.
This vacuum area, where all was ravaged into ruin by ferocious power, caused the surrounding space to crack like a spider's web.
Over ten thousand Epics, enduring the horrific backlash, rushed towards the vacuum region in a struggle to escape first.
Several Leaders, prepared in advance with dozens of trusted aides, soared up and pulled out a handful of life-saving treasures from the Space Column, activating them without hesitation.
"Roar~!"
Watching its opponents suddenly self-destruct, the Blood Dragon was imdiately filled with boundless fury and then dived into the self-destructed area from the sky.
The enraged Blood Dragon conjured a relentless rain of blood, delivering a covering strike directly upon the vacuum region.
Dozens of the first-to-flee Epics plunged into the blood rain, forcibly enduring the high damage of the blood rain and entered the space rupture area, then unhesitatingly took out their space-shifting treasures.
The next mont, a pale blue spatial glow flickered over their bodies.
In a "swish," dozens of people vanished without a trace.
And the Fifth Tier Epics who closely followed the Leaders and their trusted aides dived into the blood rain covered area as well.
Only, these fellows had fewer life-saving asures and simply couldn't withstand the high damage of the blood rain.
Many were barely imrsed in the blood rain when the severe damage instantly depleted their health bars.
Then they plumted from the sky and fell to the ground, life extinguished.
So managed to break into this area of space rupture, while others barely touched the fringes and were damaged under the assault of the blood rain.
However, space repaired itself extrely rapidly, and the area blasted open was resealed by automatic nding of the spatial rifts within a minute.
Then the Blood Lake surged back over, completely sealing off the space once more.
At this point, the true number of Fifth Tier Epics who had escaped the enclosure of the Demon Soul Formation of the Blood River was less than five hundred.
Those who hadn't managed to flee now fell into utter despair.
Gravely injured and having endured the horrific onslaught of the blood rain, their strength was reduced to a re tenth of what it once was.
Facing the onslaught of Demon Souls, as well as a Three-Clawed Blood Dragon and four Ghost Kings, added to a Legendary Orc at the Peak of Sixth Tier—
Their fate was already sealed.
Cries of pain and pleas for rcy spread across the battlefield.
Alas, one who could infiltrate the Heretical Sect for a decade, accustod to their cruelty, had long since beco callous and ruthless, showing no rcy to enemies.
Another who was captured to serve as an experintal subject, subject to various tornts, surviving in such a cruel environnt—how could there ever be a mont of soft-heartedness?
Kill!
Wipe out the evil!
Zi Liyuan said, the best enemy is a dead enemy!
To completely eliminate the minions of the old witch is the most favorable outco.
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