In the stone hall beneath the Yi King's Palace, the blood pool churned, wrapped in black evil qi. Countless streams of spiritual qi poured from the foreheads of the young immortals and demons into Hua Yong, who slept in the pool. His body swelled slowly until it was three times its former size. The spiritual power inside him kept climbing, and he had already reached the peak of Upper Lord. The Yi King could not hide his excitement. Only one step remained. Once Yong'er swallowed the spirit-souls of Bei Chen and the other three, he would become a god in a single stride. Outside Yi City, the golden dragon formation suddenly blazed with light, and a black dragon shadow slowly took shape. Its tail stirred up whirlpools of heavenly gale that swept out in every direction. Everything the gale touched turned to dust, and Jin Yao and the others took the first blow. "Damn it, the God-Slaying Formation is about to be completed!" Jin Yao and the sect leaders of the immortals ...
"Mumu!" Below the city wall, a pair of lifeless hands lunged for Bai Shuo's neck. She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut in terror. The hands that had touched her neck and shoulder were severed in mid-air. Someone flung her backward, and she stumbled a few steps and landed beside Hua Datie. Hua Datie was behind her, so who had saved her...? Bai Shuo turned her head and saw the boy standing with a silver chain in his hand, blocking the thing that had attacked her. "Damn it, Ancestor, have you lost your mind? You'd damage your spirit veins just to break the seal and save her?!" Hua Datie's face had gone iron-dark, and he couldn't stop himself from shouting. Bai Shuo whipped around. A thread of blood had slipped from the corner of the boy's mouth, a shocking sight. "Mumu." Her heart shook. Before she could say more, Hua Datie's startled voice rang out. "What is that thing?" At the same moment, in the stone hall bene...