Under a sky divided into black and white.
The bare-chested brute's palms were numb, the purple lightning around him dimmed, and Venerable Mo Chan was covered in wounds, blackened by the purple lightning, giving him a somewhat beggar-like appearance.
Around them, pure white light blazed, emanating from a pure white spiritual staff held by the woman in white, as if an angel had summoned the light.
Seeing Venerable Mo Chan in such a sorry state, the white-robed maiden said, "You should retreat and recover your strength."
Venerable Mo Chan's face lit up with joy. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Holy Emissary." The other party's background was immense, and he dared not put on a show. Thus, his previous fight had been with his utmost effort, and he was truly at his limit now.
The bare-chested brute's eyes narrowed. The fellow tribesman beside him immediately flew forward to support the three struggling Venerables.
He himself stepped forward, cupped his hands, and bowed, "You are not from the Chan clan, are you? Why are you so dedicated to this?"
The woman in white, her face calm and serene, neither smiling nor frowning, spoke in a voice that was ethereal, her words resonating in the ear like a gentle ripple, inspiring reverence. "This item is naturally compatible with me. It is not for the Chan clan, but for me.
You should withdraw, lest you invite disaster upon yourself."
Her words were like a divine decree, striking at the heart. The bare-chested brute inwardly cried out in alarm. The purple lightning around him surged, the thunderous roar echoing in his ears, shaking his very soul and dispelling the illusory sounds.
Seizing the opportunity, the woman in white spread her hands. Her pupils instantly turned a terrifying pure white, losing their irises. Two beams of white divine light shot out towards him.
A wave of purple and white light exploded in the air, shaking the void. This small realm shattered once more.
Just then, a crimson-green long arrow shot out from the ground below, like a star falling from the heavens, trailing terrifying fiery streams, aiming directly at Venerable Mo Chan, who was still observing the battle in the sky.
Mo Chan was terrified. His primordial spirit had only just reacted when the fearsome arrow was already before him.
At the critical moment, instinct surpassed consciousness. His long tongue shot out.
"Bang!"
A loud noise erupted, and blood poured out.
The arrow, with its chaotic sharpness, pierced directly into the brute's long tongue, passing through the tongue's base and then through its entirety, piercing the entire tongue.
The overwhelming pain, capable of rendering one unconscious, paradoxically brought Mo Chan a moment of clarity at the brink of death. He spat out a black arrow from his mouth, confronting the crimson-green arrow head-on.
"Boom!"
A tremendous sound came from Venerable Mo Chan's mouth. Amidst billowing black smoke, the black flaming arrow was knocked away. The crimson-green arrow, carrying the vast power of the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire, blasted through Venerable Mo Chan's throat.
This turn of events startled all the Golden Immortals present, and they stopped fighting. Though they might not know the fable of the snipe and the clam, they certainly understood the principle.
Qing Ling flashed out. With another wave of his hand, the Zhu Shen Arrow spun and pierced Venerable Mo Chan's spiritual nexus.
The woman in white hastily dropped her staff. She descended like a scorching sun, her boundless radiance enveloping the earth. Her awe-inspiring aura caused even the Golden Immortals to tremble.
Qing Ling's expression was indifferent. Without hesitation, the Zhuhun needle at the tip of the Zhu Shen Arrow, forged from divine resentment, pierced into Venerable Mo Chan's primordial spirit, carrying endless divine wrath. The vital poison infiltrated his primordial spirit.
The radiant sun descended, intending to suppress the earth with the force of Mount Tai.
Qing Ling raised his hand and pushed. The Mi Tian Net flew out, its silken threads spreading wide. Within the ethereal net were countless spiritual knots, as vast as Mount Sumeru, as small as a mustard seed, capable of enshrouding the heavens and blocking out the sun.
The old woman in green was furious and about to strike, but she saw a silver needle lodged in the center of Venerable Mo Chan's primordial spirit. Mo Chan's fear, resentment, killing intent, and unwillingness were all absorbed into that single needle. The Zhu Shen Arrow descended, crushing the stunned primordial spirit with its chaotic divine power.
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder shook the sky. Lightning flashed for thousands of miles. Heaven and earth responded to the fall of a Golden Immortal, manifesting a natural phenomenon.
Qing Ling retracted the Mi Tian Net and reclaimed the Zhu Shen Arrow, carrying the fallen soul of the arrow's victim, its might and malevolence further amplified.
"You all continue. I shall take my leave!"
Qing Ling turned and departed swiftly.
Behind him, a flash of anger crossed the old woman in green's eyes. However, upon glancing at the silent woman in white, she did not make a move.
This old woman was the chieftain of the Chi Mu clan. When the Chi Huo and Chan tribes merged, she had voluntarily disowned scoundrels like Mo Chan. She never expected him to ingratiate himself with the Spirit Chan King and prosper within the unified Chan clan. He had targeted her multiple times, but she had turned a blind eye due to the Spirit Chan King. Now that he had died unexpectedly, it was indeed most welcome.
Moments ago, her instinct had been faster, even intercepting the arrow. However, a moment of hesitation in her heart indirectly sealed Venerable Mo Chan's fate.
This arrow, accumulated for ten thousand years, with a thousand years of divine sacrifice, had finally achieved the form of the Zhu Shen. Its surprise attack had annihilated him, truly allowing Qing Ling to succeed.
The five Golden Immortals present were naturally delighted. With one less Golden Immortal, the situation was much easier.
But when they looked back, they saw a colossal cocoon in the sky suddenly split open. From it emerged a thousand-zhang white bat. Its wings were white on top and black on the bottom. With each flap, the small world collapsed, heaven and earth inverted, and it soared directly into the spatial storm.
The Golden Immortals immediately flew in pursuit. If this white bat escaped, what would be the point of their fighting?
However, this white bat was extremely clever. It had prematurely emerged, causing the destruction of the small world. The world shattered, phenomena became chaotic, and the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire surged, momentarily obstructing the Golden Immortals.
In this brief window, it instantly flew towards Qing Ling's direction. Spreading its wings, the black and white light transformed into a cloud of mist and rushed into the distance.
Qing Ling, who had already fled tens of thousands of miles, scanned with his divine sense, his expression turning grim. The innate deity nurtured within that small world was pursuing him. And by some secret technique, it, a perfected Heavenly rank being, possessed an escape speed three points faster than a Golden Immortal.
Further behind, the Golden Immortals had already escaped the collapsing small world and were directly pursuing it.
Qing Ling hurriedly turned to flee again. He cared not for those behind him; self-preservation was paramount. He immediately shot upwards into the Nine Heavens Gale of the first celestial layer, no longer holding back, covering thousands of miles in an instant as he fled.
Just as Qing Ling had fled for tens of thousands of miles, believing himself safe, he probed backward with his divine sense, his expression freezing. The black and white bat had also flown into the Nine Heavens Gale, and it was even faster, using the Gale to its advantage.
The bat's eyes flashed, and a telepathic message, like a magnetic wave, reached Qing Ling's ear. "Esteemed deity, please lend me your aid. If you help me escape this calamity, I am willing to have a Dao restriction planted in me by my lord, my life and death at your command, to serve by your side, and to offer tribute for the rest of my days."
Qing Ling raised an eyebrow, showing no intention of stopping. He was not someone who would draw his sword at the sight of injustice. Destinies were predetermined. Its premature birth and escape were its calamity, and Qing Ling had no intention of becoming its opportunity.
It was not cold-blooded, but powerless. If he were a Great Luo Supreme, he might have offered some assistance to a fellow deity who had shared a similar fate. But against those Golden Immortals behind him, he truly had no confidence.
However, what this minor deity had just said sounded vaguely familiar. He seemed to have said something similar before, but the person who heard it had already died.
Qing Ling fled ahead, evading entanglement with karma.
The divine bat pursued, chasing a sliver of hope for survival!