The golden skull patterns on Xuanyin’s kasaya suddenly flared to life. Three giant wolves materialized from the fabric, dissolving into a sky-filling black mist that surged toward the trio, carrying a pungent, fishy stench. Su Yao’s Meteorite Iron Sword hummed, its soul-suppressing runes resonating with the Soul Bead. As her golden blade tore through the mist, her pupils contracted sharply—hidden within the darkness were hundreds of poison-tipped silver needles, tracing eerie trajectories as they pierced through her Spiritual Power barrier.
"Watch out!" Lin Yu moved with the speed of lightning, weaving a web of electricity around them. The needles struck the thunder-net with a screeching whine, dissolving into clouds of murky green toxic smoke. Zhao Ya played her jade flute horizontally, the sound waves churning the air to disperse the poison. At the same time, the red tassel at the end of her flute ignited without a breeze, carving a scarlet arc through the night sky.
Xuanyin formed Buddhist mudras with his hands while chanting dark incantations. The temple’s beams and pillars began to seep blood. "Ignorant juniors, do you really think you can stop me just by destroying the Heart of Jiuyou?" He pointed a finger, and the ground cracked open; countless skeletal arms clawed their way out, their fingertips wrapped in dark purple runes. Su Yao swung her sword to sever the bones, only to find that black, viscous fluid oozed from the wounds, corroding deep, bottomless pits wherev…
Chapter 212