C1409 Bloodcolored Light
C1409 Bloodcolored Light
"Awoo! Awoo!" Tian blinked his bright, crystal-like eyes twice, quickly grasping Lin Xuan's intent. To Tian, Lin Xuan was the most important person; the lives of others held no value to him. Lacking any sense of morality or concern for life and death, Tian only recognized kindness and malice.
"Since that's the case, let's not waste any more time. Tian, go take care of those peak Emperor Level warriors from the Devil Cloud Sect," Lin Xuan commanded, effectively sealing their fate.
Above, the battle was at a stalemate. Despite their injuries, Mo Ying and his companions were not adversaries that Wei Zhengzhen, Master Elemental Spirit, and the others could easily overcome in a short time. The Elemental Spirit Sons had exerted their utmost effort, managing only to prevent their foes from escaping. The disparity in their strengths was not stark; even after hours of combat and thousands of exchanges, the outcome remained uncertain.
They were, after all, warriors of the Dongyuan Continent. On the Central Essence Continent, the high-ranking members of Overlord Level Forces, such as Sect Masters and Head Elders at the peak Emperor Level, might have fared differently, resolving the conflict more swiftly. Their status as reserves for the Half-level Emperors among the overlords provided them with superior resources. Almost all of them practiced Emperor Level martial arts, and it was not uncommon for them to carry an incomplete Emperor Level Spirit weapon. These advantages allowed them to possess combat strength that far surpassed their peers at the peak Emperor Level.
However, such feats were unattainable on the comparatively desolate Dongyuan Continent. Even with the support of the Demon Aura Palace, one of the two major palaces of the Central Essence Continent, the Devil Cloud Sect could hardly hope for such an outcome.
This location was merely a branch, and it remained distinct from the mainland.
It wasn't a priority for them.
High-level treasures wouldn't be supplied here either.
As a result, the possibility of possessing battle strength far exceeding that of their peers at the peak of the Emperor Level was unattainable.
Lin Xuan surveyed the aerial battlefield and shook his head subtly.
He had anticipated this outcome.
He hadn't expected Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and the others to be able to handle Mo Ying and his peers.
He was well aware of their capabilities.
His rationale for bringing the main forces of the five major powers to besiege the Devil Cloud Sect was to ensure its complete eradication, preventing any escapes.
The Devil Cloud Sect, being the strongest entity on the Dongyuan Continent, boasted a martial artist count in the hundreds of thousands.
It would be overly cumbersome for him to tackle alone.
There was also the risk of oversight.
It made more sense to delegate the task to the five major powers.
The top-tier individuals like Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and the six at the pinnacle of Emperor Level weren't there to confront peers of the same rank.
Their role was to handle those in the late Emperor Level.
Using a First Class horse to defeat a low-grade one was naturally much easier.
However, Lin Xuan now decided against taking action himself.
He would let Tian handle it.
Given Tian's exceptionally high bloodline, even at the peak of Emperor Level, his combat strength remained formidable.
Eliminating peers was effortlessly within his grasp.
Regardless of who took action, the result would be the same.
In comparison, Tian's intervention carried more weight.
Who would have guessed that a pet that appeared so innocuous could be so formidable?
This would also play a more effective role in subduing the five major powers.
"Just make sure to bring back the storage ring," Lin Xuan instructed.
"Awoo!" Tian acknowledged with a slight nod of his head, signaling his understanding.
Then, transforming into a crimson streak of light, he soared into the sky, leaving the onlookers with nothing but a fleeting glimpse and the rush of wind in his wake.
The martial artists surrounding the area were caught off guard as a blur flashed before their eyes, followed by a gust of wind that swept past them. Those with lower cultivation levels were blown away, crashing into the distance. Even those with higher cultivation levels felt as if they were being struck by a massive boulder, struggling to withstand the force. Yet, oddly enough, they didn't realize what had happened. They simply returned to the fray.
High above, the senior martial artists detected the blood-colored streak of light. Particularly because it originated from Lin Xuan's location, it demanded their attention. But the speed of the blood-colored light was alarmingly fast. They had barely registered its presence before it was upon them, leaving no time for reaction. The power it carried was immensely terrifying, sending shockwaves that surged and roared, forcing all in its path to yield. Even the martial artists at the late Emperor Level and those at the peak of their power were scattered by its might.
"This isn't good; has Senior Lin lost his patience and decided to intervene personally?" one of them wondered aloud.
"What about our mission?" another questioned, concern etching their features.
Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and the others were struck by a sudden realization, their expressions shifting rapidly. They hadn't seen the source clearly, nor did they know that the blood-colored light wasn't Lin Xuan, but rather Tian. The thought of Lin Xuan's previous command sent shivers down their spines, their eyes filled with dread.
The terror of the blood-colored light's power was beyond their ability to confront or even approach. As it streaked past, the force it dispersed was like a tsunami, violently casting them aside. They could only watch helplessly as it targeted Mo Ying and the others. The ferocity of this assault was clearly beyond even the peak Emperor Level.
If it wasn't Lin Xuan, then who could it be?
The first target of Tian's transformation into the blood-colored light was Mo Ying, the most powerful Sect Master of the Devil Cloud Sect. As the light bore down on him, Mo Ying's face contorted with fear. He was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of mortal danger, fear coursing through him as he shook uncontrollably.
"As expected, he's made his move!" someone exclaimed.
"This time, he's definitely finished!" another declared with certainty.
"As expected, he made his move!"
"This is it, I'm done for!"
Mo Ying watched the blood-colored light streaking towards him and instantly realized there was no escape, no chance to dodge. Fear surged within him, thick and oppressive. But he was not about to resign himself to death without a fight. He quickly deployed every defensive measure at his disposal.
He activated an Emperor Level defensive talisman, conjuring a protective barrier, and even resorted to an incomplete Emperor Level defensive Spirit weapon, among other tactics. In front of him, multiple layers of defense were erected. Though it seemed like these preparations would take considerable time, they were in fact completed in the blink of an eye.
And then, the blood-colored light was upon him. Mo Ying had no time for further thought.
Rip! Rip!
The grating sound of tearing filled the air as each defensive barrier was shredded effortlessly. It was as if fabric was being ripped apart, the barriers offering no resistance to the relentless advance of the blood-colored light.
At that moment, Mo Ying caught a glimpse of the true nature of the blood-colored light.
Chapter 32 - The True Face of the Blood-colored Light