Qiongqi lay prostrate on the ground, its golden pupils contracting slightly from the burning pain of its wounds. Although the healing medicinal pill Su Yao had administered had melted into a warm current infiltrating its tissues, the deep-to-the-bone wound on its back was still oozing wisps of black blood—the corrosive residue of the Purgatory Divine General's evil power. Lin Feng condensed Spiritual Power at his fingertips and pressed them against the edge of Qiongqi's wound. The crimson Spiritual Energy of the Wind and Cloud Against Gods Formula spread like a spiderweb, forcing the evil power out of the flesh bit by bit, only to watch the black blood drip onto the dead leaves and erupt into puffs of blue smoke.
"The evil power is too deep." Zhang Yujie's voice carried a hint of exhaustion. She had just finished repairing the blade of her white jade sword, yet even so, its power was still far inferior to before. Her slightly pale face looked even weaker in the twilight. "Taking the black qi of the Xuanming Soul-Protecting Bead head-on just now caused quite a bit of damage to my sword." She gently stroked the blade; the white jade sword, which had originally shimmered with silver light, was now covered in a layer of grey haze, and microscopic cracks had even appeared at the tip.
Nangong Qian'er suddenly let out a low cry, and the Purple Fire Blood Shadow Whip coiled like a nimble snake toward the tree shadows on the left. "Who's there?" The flames whipped up by the tail of …
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