The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 939 - 295: Lu, Where Are You? I Can’t See, I Can’t Tell Apart!
"Even if all the backup Spiritual Power is drawn, trying to slowly burn a mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm figure to death is absolutely impossible in a short time!"
Zhou Qing pondered, and although Yan Sen appeared to be in pain, the other party was already using his Divine Sense to search for an exit.
"It’s still better to stick with the previous plan and take the initiative to attack!"
After thinking it through, Zhou Qing continued to wait. After the Spiritual Power within his body was drawn to fifty percent, he immediately looked at Lu Yaoyao.
"Next, it’s up to you. If you really can’t hold on, just throw the mirror frame out!"
Although he didn’t know how long Lu Yaoyao, with her Late Stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, could hold on, he decided to do his utmost to end the battle before she was exhausted.
Lu Yaoyao looked at the mirror frame handed to her and assured, "Don’t worry, Senior Brother!"
Zhou Qing hesitated no longer and immediately transformed into a stream of light, diving into the mirror frame.
As soon as Lu Yaoyao took hold of the mirror frame, her expression changed slightly: "The consumption is this great?"
She had no time to think further, hurriedly sitting cross-legged, tightly gripping the mirror frame, while absorbing Spirit Stones and quickly operating the "Ice Purity Skills".
Meanwhile, Zhou Qing, like Master Yuheng before, entered through the gap.
Then, with a thought, he appeared not far from Yan Sen.
"Ah——!"
At that moment, Yan Sen felt as if he had been thrown into a boiling oil cauldron, with countless Karmic Fire insects crawling into his brain through his ears, gnawing at his brains until steam sizzled out.
The filthy memories buried deep in his mind constantly resurfaced, resembling scenes he saw during his Spirit Severing obsessions.
"It hurts, it hurts... stop burning... stop burning!"
Yan Sen dug all ten fingers deeply into his temples, black blood oozing from between his nails, the skin his palms touched peeling off in large patches, making for an extremely horrifying sight.
He quickly noticed Zhou Qing’s entry.
"Extreme Dao Weapon, so this is the power of a new Extreme Dao Weapon, but it seems to be a defective product. Yet, even so, it’s quite astonishing!"
"Zhou Qing, I have to admit, I really underestimated you, but so what. These things will soon belong to me!"
"The pain you’ve caused me, I will return it to you a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"
Yan Sen roared, trembling all over, and a cackling laugh emerged from his throat.
Then, a large black blood mist surged around his body, twisting and swelling into a three-zhang tall demonic form.
Ten arms swung simultaneously, each palm splitting open with a bloody mouth, spewing black flames mixed with shattered bones toward Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing watched the scene calmly, for due to the special rules here, Yan Sen’s attack had slowed considerably.
Much like when he transformed into a Golden-winged Roc trying to find an exit.
Yet having refined and initially mastered the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror, he was hardly affected.
Moreover, with a large hole punctured in Yan Sen’s waist by tetanus, blood gushed out incessantly.
The dual torment of Spiritual Power and physical body had already robbed him of rational thought.
"Lu can’t hold on much longer; I have only one chance!" Zhou Qing’s eyes were cold.
Mobilizing all his backup Spiritual Power, an extremely dazzling blood light suddenly surged around Zhou Qing.
This blood light seemed to rise from the depths of the Nine Netherworld Hell, carrying an endless murderous aura.
Sur —
In the next moment, behind him, a Phoenix burning with crimson flames raised its head and let out a long cry, shaking off countless blood feathers with its wings.
Countless inexplicable ancient inscriptions manifested around the Blood Phoenix.
Yan Sen, charging forward yet moving much slower than usual, couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the sight. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"Blood Phoenix Treasure Skills, no, this is... the aura of an Inscription Level Divine Technique; you actually control an Inscription Level Divine Technique. How is this possible!"
Yan Sen’s exclamation carried an incredulous tremor.
Zhou Qing said expressionlessly, "Nothing is impossible in this world. Yan Sen, prepare to meet your final moment of doom!"
Whiz whiz whiz!
The five crimson feathers on the chest of the Blood Phoenix suddenly transformed into streams of light on Zhou Qing’s index finger.
Zhou Qing’s face paled, and as his fingers trembled slightly, he pointed forward, uttering a word like a heavy hammer hitting the ground: "Slash!"
Five blood-red beams of light shot out from Zhou Qing’s fingertip, ancient Dao patterns flickering and leaping within the light.
Wherever it passed, the space was torn open, revealing dark cracks within.
Yan Sen, who had been advancing, screamed upon witnessing this, an unprecedented sense of death crisis flooding his mind.
Without a second thought, he immediately switched from attack to defense.
But unexpectedly, the continuous bleeding from his abdomen caused a blackout, making him faint.
"It’s over!"
The delay of just a breath made it impossible for him to prepare even the most basic defense, as Zhou Qing’s attack arrived.
Boom!
A terrifying explosion suddenly sounded in this space, and Yan Sen felt the scene before his eyes suddenly slow down significantly.
He watched as five crimson beams easily passed through his body, saw his heart being ground to pulp by the Dao patterns.
He saw his spine twisting at a bizarre angle in the explosion, saw his Primordial Spirit in the sea of consciousness being torn apart, emitting a painful scream.
Yet at this moment, he felt no pain, only a cool sense of release spreading from his feet.
So death was much easier than he had imagined.
But why did he die?
He was a Fourth-level Array Master, a Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm!
This realm should have been his capital for maneuvering skillfully and executing grand plans.
He had set up so many plans in the Yan Family yet to be activated.
He had yet to tear apart Shen Hanyi’s cold exterior to satisfy his sense of conquest.
