Both of them were unable to fight any longer, and after another round of attacks ended, Run Sheng fell to the ground.

Lin Shuyou inserted his Double Mace into the ground, perhaps taught by the child, trying to maintain a tragic posture of falling yet still upright.

But after all strength was drained, it's too difficult to pose again. As Lin Shuyou fell unconscious, the Double Mace on the ground couldn't hold him up, causing him to flip over, like a quilt hung up to dry.

Zhao Yi appeared unchanged on the outside, but his whole being felt as if scorched by fire. With a heavy thud, he knelt down, quickly forcing himself to stand up again.

If he didn't stand, then there would be no one left standing on their side.

Opening his mouth, he spat out a folded purple talisman paper from the tip of his tongue, Zhao Yi's eyes gleamed with madness.

"Fengdu, meet your death."

"Underworld, face your punishment."

"Your sins are unforgivable."

The three of them were about to leave, acknowledging the fact that they couldn't kill midway and were unwilling to invest further, deciding to settle everything with Fengdu later.

Black patterns appeared once again, and the most anxious was the black light which never stopped consuming its essence to obscure the Heavenly Dao's attention, especially if killing outside the three-stick incense time, and killing someone with such sensitive status, the pressure would be even more terrifying.

After all, one comes from an unconventional Dragon King family, and the other is the heir to two Dragon King's Courts.

Lying on the ground, Yin Meng's yellow paper burned, chanting spells from his mouth.

The black patterns underfoot didn't disappear this time, but instead expanded several times, and a unique aura descended.

"This is..."

"How could..."

"Impossible..."

Three panic-stricken emotions emerged, because it was the Great Emperor's aura!

Li Zhiyuan raised his head, witnessing this scene.

Zhao Yi withdrew his tongue, concealing the purple talisman paper, showing a wanton smile.

Earlier, as Yin Meng rushed to help alleviate his pressure, he pushed Yin Meng away and took the Gu Worm from him.

With the white barrier in place, the Gu Worm couldn't directly fly inside, so Zhao Yi grasped it in his hand, waiting for the white light to depart from him, so the Gu Worm could leave within the white light.

The one who devised this plan must be surnamed Li; Meng Meng's ability to adapt quickly couldn't possibly be this swift, such a "loud secret planning" magic that works right in front of the enemy makes Zhao Yi envious.

Unfortunately, he couldn't learn it.

The red light burst forth once more, enveloping the Tomb Master's body, the burial garments lifted, revealing a small hole at the center of the abdomen.

The Gu Worm was already inside.

In essence, Yin Meng treated the Tomb Master's corpse as a sacrifice, offering it to the ancestors.

The Tomb Master's body began to swell, gradually tending towards decay.

The red light grew brighter, this time not stingy, actively suppressing the process.

The area of black light above continued to expand, this time needing to isolate not only the Heavenly Dao but also another presence that terrifies them.

The white light split into two halves, one aiding red, the other aiding black.

They kept calculating petty accounts, but eventually ended up at a loss, and it only gets worse.

It's not that their vision was shortsighted; with their actions today, any other man would have already been dead at their hands, but this time they face Li Zhiyuan, where even ants and ants can be quite different.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath; he truly admired this man surnamed Li, himself facing such an entity, it's not easy to flexibly respond, yet Li was determined to relentlessly torment them, even if he can't kill them, he would painfully strip a layer of skin off them.

At this moment, three colors of yellow, blue, and green appeared amidst the black above, actively assisting, obscuring perception.

The relieved black and part of the white could then fully assist the red in suppressing the sacrificial corpse, and surely, it began to be suppressed.

When mythological existences truly commit, and are willing to pay the price, their power becomes indescribable.

Li Zhiyuan showed no discouragement, instead revealing thoughtfulness, even glancing towards the Southwest.

Stimulated greatly, Zhao Yi was unwilling to let those three escape safely.

You want to break the sacrifice and prevent the Great Emperor's gaze, right?

Fine, let me help you conceal!

Zhao Yi ran to Yin Meng's side, picking up a piece of yellow paper that had previously scattered, and cut his fingertip with his nail to write a blood script on the yellow paper.

It's not like he hasn't gone through similar experiences before; he's got experience.

After quickly writing, Zhao Yi said, "Great Emperor above, the insignificant Jiujiang Zhao Yi specially sacrifices here, hoping the Great Emperor accepts and enjoys!"

The yellow paper ignited, but only burned a corner before extinguishing.

The tricolor light on the Tomb Master's body slightly trembled, then continued stabilizing the suppression.

Clearly, the power was too weak, far from enough.

Zhao Yi thought about taking this yellow paper to Li's place; considering Li's special relationship with the Great Emperor, maybe it might work.

But just as he turned to run over, he saw Li, who had just performed the lifted head to watch the excitement, lower his head again.

Zhao Yi: "..."

Surnamed Li was definitely pretending, Zhao Yi was ninety-nine percent sure.

Yet, just like those times when Li was severely injured and unconscious in front of him and he dared not kill him, if Li truly passed out, then this crucial time would be delayed.

Surnamed Li, I beg you to pretend a bit longer, don't lift your head right after I'm done!